En route Denver to Boulder with Bee on Bicycles

Yesterday Brittany and I decided to take a bicycle ride to Boulder, CO from Denver, CO (Capitol Hill).  While Boulder is not of great distance, when riding with a fixed cog up hills in the wind and rain, it makes for quite an acheivement; assuming the point was actually reached.

The ride straight down Lowell Blvd from 32nd to 104th was fairly pleasant except for one hil.  As we approached Westminster the landscape was flat, there was a bike path, but we eventually hit a fork in the road; literally, which caused loss of direction the rest of the ride.

We were given the wrong directions by three different people and ended up in both Louisville and Superior two different times each.  We were constantly turning around, riding up major roads and hills as the wind speed increased and it began raining harder.

The fourth time we ended up between Louisville and Superior, we put our weary legs back on the bicycle and rode to Whole Foods.  A dangerous place when you’ve just had a three and a half hour, fairly miserable, workout.

Caught the B back after our stomachs were full of Indian curry, and upon arriving to Market Street Station we thought “huh…that was a quick ride.”

Nonetheless, accomplishment? Yes.  Do I feel like I need a knee replacement? Yes.

My next large investment after my San Francisco trip will undoubtedly be a touring bicycle.

What’s Near is Never as Far

A piece I just found this morning that I wrote in November 2008.  I figured for the current state of my mentality, it fit.  So, regardless of it not being a recent piece, it’s in essence yes?

The Coca Cola Bottling Factory and train tracks are only a few miles away from here.  This is only a few hundred miles away. That is only a few thousand miles away.  On 39th and Williams the prospect of jumping on a freight train with nothing but my bag and bike seemed so reachable – as I slowly realized the transcendental beauty in this infatuation.  So, 39th and Williams lie track sto hear and there; to impoverished industries all the way to Columbus and Broadway, roughly.  Columbus and Broadway – where the literary pioneers rest in peace and rest upstairs, just up the steep stairs of City Lights.  City Lights rain over Tosca.  Tosca, Trieste, Vesuvios.  Remember at 5am pulling suitcases up and down the streets?  Never have I seen such a beautiful

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sunflower, some how surviving with the busy steps of the lonesome crowded west.  East, dividing what’s old, what’s new; damn these tattered words.  So, this sunflower stuck in the fence.  This sutra. My Ginsberg collection falling straight to those words.  These travelers, always wandering, wondering…. these days it’s all I can focus on my mind on.
These undiscovered parts of Denver, so bland. So fucking bland comparatively.  To discover what this unsettled, spontaneous mindset is, was, simply cannot be covered.
The days cruising down Broadway. I always wondered, besides the incredible monogamous relationship I’m in, what did those afternoons mean. What a god damn paradox of sexual fantasy.
At 2 AM, hotel room of Speer and Zuni, absolute shit, I tried to stay warm and god forbid, stay safe. I waited for Dan to do his laundry. So there we were and there we were for seven more days trying to find comfortable places to sleep.  These city lights that bleed off onto those with appeal to the stretches of road going nowhere, abandoned school buses and outdated billboards, is this what America is made of; lust, love, constrast, what the hell is

culture?  This dicothomy of us and them.
I want to get lost in potence, rare aphrodisiacs, in the unknown…just as ambiguous as the man who didn’t take his hand off his walking stick all the way from Emeryville, California to Chicago, Illinois; as I was running to my next train, I cannot say much.  Although, wine and cheese is quite a treat after less-than-mediocre coffee.
I cannot believe how after all this, why was I so fucking jaded for six months?  How can a system, a uniform education route, cause one to lose touch with essence, with desolation…. this means discovery can be obtained more than once…subconsciously through these dreams and visions.

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Reconstructed Summer 09

I decided to start this blog up, same concept as the last one.  That being an unthemed, fairly uncohesive blog.  But heavily focused on travel (which will become much more abudant in the next couple months and then be the central focus starting in the winter when I buy myself an Amtrak rail pass after one more semester at UCD), short pieces of writing, books/music, and adventures here in Denver.

It’s summer time now, which means I will be doing lots of reading, bicycle riding, running, laying in the sunshine, swimming, some train trips (San Francisco for sure, the rest may be me deciding to hop on a train, go somewhere, and turn around as soon as I arrive), hanging out with my friends, cooking, etc.

So, alas, I will blog as well.