Its amazing how a boat load of stress can overwhelm the individual.
In relation, its amazing how the simpilest things can dissolve stress.
I found myself constantly trying to work to help ease the stress, but it only compounds as I push past problems that appear out of thin air, as well as problems related to real life.
At some point I break.
I take a walk, ride my bike. And stress be gone. Lots of bike thinking on open road. Open road aside from a few red lights, bikes in Chicago have much freedom (at least for now). I am sure car drivers will complain and WIN so bikes will be impounded if we buzz through stop signs or stop waiting for green.
"hey the bike lanes are wide open"
Passing a line of 30 cars in traffic is a really good feeling! A strong massive feeling that dissolves my problems.
August 18, 2006
August 10, 2006
Onomatopoeia
According to Answers.com
on·o·mat·o·poe·ia (Ån'É™-măt'É™-pÄ“'É™, -mä'tÉ™-)
n.
The formation or use of words such as buzz or murmur that imitate the sounds associated with the objects or actions they refer to.
But here in Chicago at f212lounge.com On·o·mat·o·poe·ia carries DJs & Desserts.
on·o·mat·o·poe·ia (Ån'É™-măt'É™-pÄ“'É™, -mä'tÉ™-)
n.
The formation or use of words such as buzz or murmur that imitate the sounds associated with the objects or actions they refer to.
But here in Chicago at f212lounge.com On·o·mat·o·poe·ia carries DJs & Desserts.
Critical Mass Chicago
This will be my first Critical Mass Tomorrow July 28th.
http://www.chicagocriticalmass.org/
I am looking forward to it.
http://www.chicagocriticalmass.org/
I am looking forward to it.
Biking in Chicago
I love it.
Racing along, a pedestrian on wheels. Bike lane open, cars backed up. Red Light no cross traffic means no waiting.
Hey no blinker, share the mother fucking road!
Pedal fast and switch gears, legs tighten.
Low gears before stopping for easy start. Otherwise is super slow and cars will honk.
Watch for the green or honk honk on me.
Cabs drive fast and they never blink.
Wind around my body, pulse raised. Go Go Go, traffic blazed.
Racing along, a pedestrian on wheels. Bike lane open, cars backed up. Red Light no cross traffic means no waiting.
Hey no blinker, share the mother fucking road!
Pedal fast and switch gears, legs tighten.
Low gears before stopping for easy start. Otherwise is super slow and cars will honk.
Watch for the green or honk honk on me.
Cabs drive fast and they never blink.
Wind around my body, pulse raised. Go Go Go, traffic blazed.
I poem
I am passionate about my plants, my fish, my bike, my music and my
computer. The bike is my primary mode of transportation. In the
Winter, I use the CTA.
My home is a television-free zone, though some mornings start with NPR.
My bed contains a down comforter, and and smooth faux-silk sheets.
I enjoy art and artists.
I enjoy leaving the city with a tent, a pair of hiking boots and a bag
of food. Excitement exists inside of a tent on hard ground while the
rain is thick.
My coffee is near white, though I prefer Yerba Mate.
I am reading Naked by David Sedaris.
and Laughter is good medicine.
computer. The bike is my primary mode of transportation. In the
Winter, I use the CTA.
My home is a television-free zone, though some mornings start with NPR.
My bed contains a down comforter, and and smooth faux-silk sheets.
I enjoy art and artists.
I enjoy leaving the city with a tent, a pair of hiking boots and a bag
of food. Excitement exists inside of a tent on hard ground while the
rain is thick.
My coffee is near white, though I prefer Yerba Mate.
I am reading Naked by David Sedaris.
and Laughter is good medicine.
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