Music, lyrics, essays
God bless the truth that fights toward the sunThey roll there lies over it and think that it is done From the song God Bless the Grass by Malvina Reynolds At the end of my dream-like cross-country bicycle tour at the end of July 2018, reality hit hard. My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer …
One of the advantages of moving through the world on a bicycle is being able to interact with people that you pass, eye to eye, in a human way that is just about impossible when traveling in a fast moving infernal combustion contraption. Most people that commute to work or school by bicycle know this …
I post this entry from White Bird, Idaho after traveling 3970 miles. One of the best things about doing a bike tour is getting the opportunity to meet so many different people face-to-face. What I have found in people in all parts of the country, rural and urban, is completely contradictory to the mean spirits …
Three thousand six hundred and five is the number of miles I have traveled to arrive in Dillion, Montana. It has happened quite a number times all along the way on this trip but it is occurring more often now that I am riding over high mountain passes with views of snow-laced peaks made of …
This post comes to you from Lander, Wyoming. I have so far traveled 3236 miles. Yesterday (June 21) marked two months on the road. Happy Solstice, by the way. According to this map that shows the territories of the indigenous people prior to the European invasion of the Americas, up to this point on the …
I am at milepost 2889 of my journey, in the Frisco, Colorado vicinity. This is the part of the trip for which I have longed from the start. To claim the bragging rights of having crossed a continent, one has to actually traverse the entire width of it. And so, I had to travel through …
I am at the end of the fourth week of this trip across the United States. So far, I’ve ridden 1367 miles to reach the vicinity of Wabash, Indiana. Along the way, I have thought about how a taking a long bike tour, especially alone like this, is like Henry David Thoreau’s Walden, only on …
I am now at mile marker 994 in my bike trip across North America, in the vicinity of Erie, PA. In the last post, I bemoaned the circumstance in which we find ourselves at the bottom of a metaphorical hill 50 years after Dr. Martin Luther King’s call for a revolution in values, in which …
At the end of the second week of my bicycle journey across the United States, I am in the vicinity of Pulaski, New York, having pedaled 627 miles. The journey as a metaphor for life is well-worn and so I don’t want to unravel its already tattered threads. But, I hope you will indulge me …
How to Quit Your Corporate Job and Start a Revolution* (*Quitting the job was the easy part. Starting a Gandhian-style non-violent overthrow of the kakistocracy? Not so much. If you have ideas, inquire within.) I have felt compelled to start a blog with this title for a few years now. I suppose the reasons have to …