Posts by Category: Mind

The Musical Box

The Musical Box

I recently experienced a surprising and unexpected musical performance, one that begged more questions than it answered. But before I get to the existential quandary that performance imposed on ...

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Snow White

Snow White

All this fucking snow. Excuse the f-bomb, but as I tell my kids, if the context demands it there is nothing at all wrong with the word. It’s not all the snow’s fault, either. Its ...

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Friday Group Ride #207

Friday Group Ride #207

It’s been a hard winter. I won’t elaborate too much here (because I’ll do it elsewhere), but suffice it to say it’s been hard to get rides in. Even when you summon the ...

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Enter the Deuce: One Year

Enter the Deuce: One Year

I knew this day was coming. I was even looking forward to it, for marking a year is how we celebrate endurance. Still, as I typed the title, I found myself getting choked up. Those words, ...

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The Friday Group Ride #206

The Friday Group Ride #206

No matter what your interest in cycling is, the last year has been one disappointment after another. The fallout from the USADA investigation and the Reasoned Decision made a mockery of ...

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Friday Group Ride #205

Friday Group Ride #205

I remember reading, a long time ago now, the story of a pilot confronted with the failure of his plane’s engine and all the thoughts that raced through his mind in the brief time between ...

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Making it in New York

Making it in New York

They say if you can make it New York, you can make it anywhere. Like a lot of life’s larger truths this one is especially evident on the bike. I found this out riding a Citi Bike in Manhattan ...

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Making it in New York

They say if you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere. Like a lot of life’s larger truths this one is especially evident on the bike. I found this out riding a Citi Bike in Manhattan ...

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In the Space of a Pedal Stroke

In the Space of a Pedal Stroke

In the languid summer, in the rise of the hill, as we work our way up and up and up, time suddenly slows and spreads, like a rain drop on the afternoon paper. The prickly tingle of sweat slants ...

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Friday Group Ride #204

Friday Group Ride #204

I don’t know why I read books, paper and ink bound together rather than agglomerations of dots on glowing rectangles. My mother made me love them as objects, and set the example of reading ...

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