what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took 40mm off this handlebar,

And that has made all the difference.

You could call it an inch & a half. But it’s kind of a big deal in this context. 720mm to 680mm is rolling into a different timezone. It was rather labor intensive with the half-ass hacksaw I had hanging around. However the cost benefit analysis is coming up Milhouse after just a brief spin around the block. It now feels like my bike. Sincerely for real. Really.

What did you do today? 

is it a dickstank day?

is it a kickstand day?

either way. anyway. both ways. 

Two sides of the same coin. The same sign, two sided. The arrows point the same way. It’s a double edge sword bro. Cuts both ways. The good with the bad. Cost-benefit. Pros. Cons.  Flip a coin. Take your pick. dickstank. kickstand. 

Over the summer this sign pointed the way to some kids’ computer camp on campus. Then the summer ended and the kids went back to school. But the sign lingered on in a...

10-9 Day

as well as

87’s Birthday

ten, nine, eight

zero-seven

six, five, four

three thirty three

to two-two too

two twenty

two twentyone

whatever it takes

867-5309

2 7 5 4 8

98195

10-9?

07

Rolling the wrong way on Okanogan Lane all day — day in day out but today someone rolled up behind me and grabbed my hoodie. My brain rolled through all the what-the-fuck possibilities of who it could be — wishfull thinking — excluding all the fucked up whack job U-district shit show oh shits…  …it was Matt Messenger and we had a little chat as I final fifty fucking feet flipped another AMAZON package. This photo is SIX years old but it’s the same shit different year bro dawg. 

arrows on elbows

elbows on arrows

As the temperature drops into the 40s I’ve pulled some layers out of storage. This hoodie I’ve had for years got called up recently. It’s an Outdoor Research full-zip fleece hoodie. Broken-in in a scruffy crusty commuter kind of way. Just like all my clothes. 

On Saturday I added some arrows to both elbows. 24 hours later the paint was still wet. I used a super-opaque white that’s as thick as a brick. So thick it’s tough to squeegee through the silkscreen. But it’s opaque. Its opacity is without question. It’s opaqueness beyond compare. However it takes forever and a day to dry. 

I wanted to accelerate the drying process and wear that thing to work, because I wouldn’t want your job on a day like this. 

I don’t have a hair dryer. But I do have a heat gun. Hair dryers blow about 140 °F. Heat guns can blow up to 1200 °F. What could go wrong? It’s like being thirsty and trying to take a sip of water from a pressure washer. 

I wafted the heat gun over the arrows in a couple different...

An amalgamation of positive attributes in an amorphous setting neither here nor there but oh so all the way there all in my mind 

satirical yet deeply moving

a poignant and ironic commentary on life

a raw and naked acceptance of the messy, often painful nature of life

A few weeks back I stumbled upon the Iowa alumni magazine featuring a Kurt Vonnegut portrait on the cover. After reading the article inside about the painting and learning more about the artist and Vonnegut as well, I decided I needed to read “Slaughterhouse-Five”. Then the very next day I found a copy in the little free library. 

Ruminating on the book upon completion, I had a vague recollection of a past show at the Henry Art Gallery titled “everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”  At the time of the show back in 2022-23, I had no clue it was a Vonnegut line. 

But in September of 2025 it all came together when I asked Margarita at the Henry if she could retrieve the poster for that show from the archives. It turns out she is the “poster person” at the Henry and was the perfect person to ask....

720mm = 1 country mile

Action Figure Freud:  "What’s up Bobby Bobble Head? You get to go for a ride with that well placed zip tie. Round and Round. While I’m stuck in this little free fucking library with two screws, phillips and star-drive too. No Freudian slips here. Horseshit. Lips. Lisp. Slip. Slips. Lippy. Slippy. Tippy. Tipsy. Tips."  

Bobble Head Freud: "Be careful what you wish for bro. Chill out. Have another cigar. Bend your elbow. Turn your head. Bend your other elbow."