tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88255342011-12-14T18:34:49.825-08:00Color commentary from the forgotten mountainsdaniel_rockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11488172511649669623noreply@blogger.comBlogger3571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825534.post-1162502496213551152006-11-02T13:00:00.000-08:002006-11-02T14:03:19.243-08:00

The road is never ending. Even if your life is still and your head sleeps against the same pillow every night, your life is constantly in motion heading down the road. You won't see everything you want to see. You won't go everywhere you want to go. You won't always be able to share the experience with everyone you want to. You can whine about it, or enjoy the ride.I haven't been on my motorcycle

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These are the forgotten about - confused little photos that made the cut at the last minute. They are in no particular order on this post. I stopped taking photos on the trip after I made it to Reno. I took over 900 photos total for the trip, but I didn't take photos of the Pentagon, Indiana, Maryland, New Jersey, Virginia, Deleware, Ontario, Michigan, Wisconsin, Idaho, Oregon or Minnesota. So

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It's not over yet...The Oklahoma Memorial. Each chair has a name of a victim. The smaller chairs are for the children. Each row is a different floor where the person was located. This memorial is in the exact spot where the building used to stand. DAY TWENTY-SIX, OKLAHOMA CITY, OKMost of the midwest looks like this: Indiana, Illinios, Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma and here... Texas. There is no way

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Hint: Be specific with your questions...The WALL OF HOPE which was put up on the mall for cancer survivors. DAY FIFTEEN, CANCER CENTRAL, DCIt's the new century and cancer survivors don't use open flames anymore. Half of this light is glow sticks and the other half is the reflection of the glow sticks off the bald heads in the crowd. DAY FIFTEEN, SEA OF HOPE, DCOne for me and my father. One for

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It isn't really a trip without photos. There are four posts worth and they will come as fast as I can get them up here... Then I have one post of forgotten faces and untold stories to post.. Then I'll answer any questions(get them to me NOW!!!) and then... fin... That's it. The blog is toast. I will leave it up til Daniel Day and then I will pull it down for good.I tried to keep these in order,

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Final days... Salt Lake City - Home900 milesWhile I was in Kansas City, I was able to eat breakfast with Adam and his entire family. It's every other blue moon that I get to see his mom or his sister, so it was nice to able to join them for a little Ihop feast. I thought I would make the most of the opportunity and get an answer out of Adam's mom about an odd quirk that Adam's had about French

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Day 32 Salt Lake City.If you ever visit Salt Lake City make sure you view the movie, "SLC Punk" before you go, or at the very least, watch it while you're there. It's a great little indie movie about a bunch of punk rockers in 1980's Salt Lake City. It's very funny, very educational and should improve your visit immensely.I rented it and watched it first thing. Even though I have seen it a dozen

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Day 30. New MexicoIt all starts with a bunch of Apaches eating danishes in the lobby of my hotel...Actually, it starts a moment before that when I woke up in a daze in a hotel room in Dulce, New Mexico, with blurred visions of blood thirsty Apaches riding down on fool-hearty cowboys that had most likely, foolishly invaded their lands. Arrows were captured in mid-air, moments away from impacting

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The fall has finally overcome the landscape and most of America is wearing their musty smelling coats and last seasons dingy old knit caps again. Most of the leaves have changed if they haven't already fallen, and the fields are almost completely harvested and turned for the coming winter. Around me on all sides are the memories and visions of what has been this trip; the perfect landscapes, the

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Lubbock - Salt Lake City800 milesSpiders love Texas almost more than cowboys do. If one actually took the time to count I think that they would find that there are actually more spiders in Texas than there are cowboys. Not that this means much, but I think Texas could benefit from an image change. Perhaps Texas as the Spider state would change the way most people think of it. In typical Texas

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rear sprocket damaged STOP. Chain worthless STOP. No parts for 500 miles STOP. Totally fucked STOP.Oh... but I am having the time of my life in Salt Lake City.

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Kansas City - Lubbock750 miles. Wind in my face -- because that's what it does...It's amazing. I am beginning to think that the wind is actually being controlled by something supernatural. I have been on this trip for 5 weeks. Every day that I have had to travel somewhere, no matter what direction it's in, the wind has been in my face. It's eerie.Head winds as I leave Kansas City - 20 miles an

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Kansas CityI have family in this part of the world. This is where my roots are deepest and all of my talent is rooted. This soil is sacred to me and it bears the remains of all those who have come before me and made ME possible. Most of the long story of my past I don't even know having come along to late in the game to meet those with all the stories to share. And now with most of the major cast

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Michigan - Missouri800 miles. The rains were supposed to have passed over me in the night and I was supposed to wake up in the peaceful aftermath of the storm of the century. I was supposed to be free from my nightmare, instead I woke up in Jackson, Michigan under heavy clouds and filled with chubby rain, and 30 mile an hour winds that seemed to me to be winds that were late to the party and just

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Annapolis - Jackson, Michigan700 miles. All up hill.Every day of riding on this trip has seen a monsterous headwind. Not just a casual wind that is to be expected on a motorcycle, no. This is a serious wind that has actually blown me off the road and has broken off tree limbs on trees in front of me. It's been brutal and it's kicking my ass.Before I leave on any leg of my trip, I check the

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Annapolis - Jackson, Michigan - Day OneDay two of the march on Washington:If you can get to DC early enough, and you're in decent shape(all of your limbs are working, you can touch your toes, you can run and your bladder could shame a camel) with very little baggage to carry(just some money, a camera and photo ID) and a sense of direction that even the Gods don't possess(ever been lost in a

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New York - AnnapolisMaybe 200 miles.... ish.I woke up in New Jersey and there was no one else in the house. My friend and all five of the room mates had fled their perch and headed into Manhattan to make it big following their own distinctive courses. Their willingness to leave me alone in their home unattended was bold and I was appreciative of their trust. Of course, I know that the real reason

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New York City My friend lives deep in the maze of highways which is the New Jersey turnpike system. If you have seen the movie "labyrinth" then you get the general idea of how difficult it is to find your way around in magical conditions. This place makes David Bowie's maze look like child's play. Highways just lead off into no particular direction for long periods of time and distance, and you

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Montreal - New JerseyIt was warm but the sky was grey and threatening as I drove out of Montreal, late Sunday morning. My friend with whom I had been staying was the unfortunate owner of a heavy heart and it wasn't because I was leaving town. A brother was suddenly gone and the mourning was just beginning.. It's always hard to watch someone you care about so deeply suffer in such a way. No one is

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Michigan - Montreal750 milesIt was pitch black outside and I was 60 miles outside of Sault Ste Marie, which is where I wanted to stop for the night. Sault Ste Marie sits on the border between America and Canada and I felt that it gave me the best jumping off point for the last leg of the trip. But the darkness was lulling me to sleep and not even the sky filled with twinking stars could keep my

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Mandan - Michigan80o miles.After a long break, I finally rode out of Fargo heading east. I was finally able to leave the Interstate system behind me, which was just what I needed spiritually. You see, in the heart of every motorcyclist there is a truth that speaks of only riding two lane highways and never ever touching the blacktop of the Interstates. It has everything to do with you riding

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Billings to Fargo. 600 miles. Never has a part of the world been more aptly named than the Great Plain(s) of North America. To say that there is something to see here that could enrich your soul would be nothing short of the most hideous and evil lie of all time. The worst criminal minds should be kept in a prison out here. Just the thought of having to spend any amount of time in this desolate

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MADE IT!!!!! Montreal in 8 days. I get here and the first thing that happens is a man grabs a gun(rare in Canada) and heads off to the local college to shoot some people. Yup, Daniel is back in Canada again.It's raining here and I am resting. I will write out the whole story of week one later this evening and tomorrow. It will take a bit to get all of this out.Just for the record... It wasn't me.

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i'm alive. in sault ste marie, on and heading east across the barren landscape of ontario. It's cold. Very, very cold. Raining. Lots and lots of headwind. The bike is acting up a bit. I almost killed a bear. I'm eating a lot of soup. My eyes don't focus anymore......and I am loving every second of it...except North Dakota.

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Lewiston, Idaho - Butte, Montana354 miles42 degrees standing still... 10 degrees moving alongSkies filled with smoke and ash. The sun is a funky black-red color behind the dark-smokey clouds on the horizon.A River Needs No Man.Mike and I headed out around 7 in the morning as we were told that we would need to be in Butte, Montana by 3 for a radio show. I called the station before we left to make

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The Perch - Wenatchee, WA.Wenatchee, WA - Dayton, WA - Lewiston, ID280 miles.Perfect sunny conditions - 95 degrees.Candyland.It all starts with Mike's dog drinking some anti-freeze. It didn't die, but the concern over his dog kept us from departing on time. No matter, I was running behind with last minute "cuts" with my packing and I kinda needed the time, so it was okay. In the final cut was the

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The Perch - Wenatchee, WA.Wenatchee, WA - Dayton, WA - Lewiston, ID280 miles.Perfect sunny conditions - 95 degrees.Candyland.It all starts with Mike's dog drinking some anti-freeze. It didn't die, but the concern over his dog kept us from departing on time. No matter, I was running behind with last minute "cuts" with my packing and I kinda needed the time, so it was okay. In the final cut was the

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And so it begins.The pre-trip went off without any major disasters and even the shows were decent. The weather got warmer (45 degrees warmer) and I was able to make it back to the Perch, via the interstate, in 5 hours. It's not the preferred method of bike travel but I was pressed for time and didn't want to lollygag. I was so anxious about what I needed to get done before the trip that I didn't

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Tacoma, WA - Colville, WA - Spokane, WARiding time - 9 hoursDistance - 440 milesPre-Trip Trip.I had a comedian staying at my house on Tuesday and Wednesday which was actually a good thing. Her presence forced me to SLOW DOWN and savor this experience and not get to so over-worked about this experience that I ruin it for myself. I was so involved in the pre-planning that I had all but forgotten

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I can feel every nerve coming out of my spine. There is a prickly electricity that is pulsating out of it every time I think about the trip. 6 days. 6 days left before I make it happen. Only 4 of those days are in Tacoma to prep for the trip. I fear that it may not be enough. The other 2 days are either last second fund-raising tour stops or test runs on the bike. I am running out of hours in the

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I am writing today from the very spot from which this blog was started. I am sitting in the corner section of a large white leather sofa, located in the cyber cafe in downtown Dayton. From this very spot, much of what I have written here was hatched.The lumps in my stomach are gone. The town is safe. Lost in the fire - which they are calling the Columbia Complex fire - was one home, a few head of

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Okay. Just a quickie.....First ride... Notice the sleak lines? The powerful profile? The superfine sexiness? And the bike?SOUTHSOUND BMW PARKING LOT, FIFE, WASHINGTONNotice the sleak lines? The Uber-powerful hunkiness? That defined and focused energy? And the bike?SOUTHSOUND BMW PARKING LOT, SANS HELMET!!!!!FIFE, WASHINGTONOkay, perhaps the powerful lines and sexiness aren't there, but did you

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The Forgotten mountains sit peacefully next to an immense prairie in southeastern Washington. The range stretches from the interior of Idaho, across the north east corner of Oregon and up into Washington. It's a part of America that no one ever notices. There are many such areas of America that are like this, but this isn't about them, this is about the Forgottens. So named, because, well -

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My body is not made for Yoga. Even though I was a yoga junky for a long time, that time has come and gone. Apparently, it's long gone. I did some moonlight yoga the other night in an attempt to kickstart my health regime. I wanted to assault my physique like an Allied bomber over Tokyo. I was successful. Just like the bombers of yore, I completely missed the target and instead destroyed the

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I am only sleeping five hours a night. My comedy is suffering. My diet is shit. I am trying to exercise but it's only making me feel fatter and more out of shape. That, and with the straining that my muscles are going through, I am constantly sore. The perch needs a good once-overing and I still need to do my laundry. The transferring of my recorded shows into a format that will allow me to make

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I have never known a wild thingsorry for itself.A small bird will fall frozen dead from a boughwithout ever having felt sorry for itself.- D. H. LawrenceIt is not the critic who counts;not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,or where the doer of deeds could have done better...The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood

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Little Miss Runner-Up had been dead for ten years. It's hard to believe when I think about it - ten years. I guess after years and years of media saturation, I just forgot about the when of the whole thing. Not that I remember any of the rest of it, but I know the name. Jon Benet. Who names their daughter Jon Benet? Rich freaks that get off on gender specific nepotism.According to the media, the

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I apologize. I have purposefully not posted in a while because I was feeling sorry for myself. After exactly four days of having the Donation button up. Only two.. (one, two) people donated anything. That hurt and it zapped my motivation. I got a lot of emails from people saying, "I'm here for you" and "what can I do to help" or "you know I will do anything", but none of them touched the button.

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Shameless. Shameless and more shameless.Sweet Home Alabama is used to sell Kentucky Fried Chicken.Like A Rock is used to sell Chevy Trucks.Sweet Emotion is used to sell to CorvetteU2 was used for the World Cup promotions.My BIGGEST SPIRITUAL WRITING HERO, Thoreau is used to sell Insurance. Danists of Danada, hear me now! Sorry, I still can't really do it. Sorry.In conjuction with my on-going

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It's late and I want to go to bed. I am in the last stages of putting toothpaste on my toothbrush while transfixed at the aging image staring back at me in the mirror. I seem to play with my plan with my skin a lot more now. Lifting it, stretching it out, pulling on it. Noting works. My pants are dancing down my legs on their way to my ankles, but for the most part, I'm naked. The only light in

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Okay, this is it. I need a HO LOTTA money. Cash, bread, cheese, queso oro, Texas tea, mean green, moola moola, dead presidents.... I need a lot of money and I am willing to do anything to get it. I am open to suggestions at this point and I thank all of you for your support and your effort. I am very touched to see so many people reach out.The complications I am having comes from a bank loan that

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I once watched a man put a woman's head through a wall while ten people watched and did nothing. Myself, included. Moments before, the woman had spit in his face and the man just reacted out of rage. It was instantaneous. Now before you get bent out of shape remember this, had she been conscience after her head went through the dry wall, she would have continued to spit on him and probably try to

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In the infancy of the white rapping festish, Marky Mark was one of the two standards by which all other white rappers were judged. The only other white rapper that was used as a measuring stick was Vanilla Ice, so you can see just how important Marky Mark was for the burgeoning white rapping trend.Marky Mark didn't work hard to become the pillar of the new genre. Oh no. No, he got his start in an

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China, in keeping with the mysterious and magical kingdom that it is, has officially been taken away from me. The booker of the tour has scratched the whole thing and now I am left with a huge 6 week hole in my life. I'm still in shock, after a brief email that just simply said, "sorry" I am without work, travel or purpose for the month of October......no comedy on the DMZ......no follow up

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I am the product of two fathers, both of whom are equally responsible for my growth into manhood and each man owns a part of the action. They represent the yin and the yang of fatherhood as each man was the extreme opposite of the other(one was in a rock band, the other never listens to music). At the end of the day, it seems that the only two things I can see that they had in common were a

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Home. I am back at home after my much maligned tour of Arizona. I never thought I would say this but I am happy to be back in Tacoma. The weather here is soothing that the mind can forget even the worst memories. It massages the skin with it's tiny little hands found in the wind. The rich smell of Pine, which dominates the landscape here, is much more pleasing than the smell of desert, which is

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It's raining in Tucson and the temperature has fallen into an uncomfortable range for most of the denizens here. Even for me - especially for me - as I have no long sleeved clothes to accommodate the present weather. I mean, who brings a coat to Tucson in July? How foolish, and - optimistic. So I am freezing in Tucson, in July. Some vacation.The Friday night shows were a success even with the

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Dateline: Tucson, Arizona. Friday, July 28, 2006. It's morning and I am sitting in a coffee house surrounded by Green Party folk. Lots of women covered in hair, and men that have unabomber issues. It's raining outside and the man on the talk box says there is a flash flood warning. The CDC has put out a "JUNTA VIRUS" warning. It seems that rain drives out the rats and they give you the

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I love my laundry mat. I come here because it's clean, it smells good and I can have all my laundry done - washed and dried - in forty minutes. It's locally owned and the owner loves to come over and show you how to work his new machines. He walks you through the whole process; where to put your money, how to set the dials, how to read the display, where to put detergent, how much detergent, etc.

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Money's true nature it to make more money. It's a magical snowball that gathers more and more snow as it rolls down the hillside. The more snow it gathers, the more surface area it has to gather up even more snow. The larger the snowball gets, the more it weighs and the faster it goes down the hill. The faster it goes down hill, the larger it gets until it's just uncontrollable.When you're poor.

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Astrology"Have you ever had your chart done?"This seemingly innocent question can send chills up my spine and make my eyes water uncontrollably. I don't know why this happens, but I am assuming it's a Pavlovian response. Perhaps it's my Queen of Hearts or my 39 Steps trigger(yes, they're movies), because when I hear it, I become a completely different person and I don't remember what happens for

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Fox NewsIf you watch it, they will come.If there was ever a time in our history where humanity needed an invincible superhero or a swift kick in the balls, this is it. If you were ever fascinated by the Nazi propaganda machine and it's effectiveness over the German people, then open your eyes and look at the world around you. You will witness the effectiveness of propaganda at its most effective

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Silence is golden.I don't like to say too much. It's not that I don't have much to say, it's just that I have just learned that it's better to keep my mouth shut, even when I think I DO have something to say. Opportunity does not equal necessity. I'm sure that most people would love it if I interacted or reacted to their comments or behavior with typical canned responses that they are used to

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Your last meal.Prison is a cold place. Cold on the skin. Cold on the mind. Cold on the heart. Cold on the soul. It's meant to be that way. You don't get deluxe accommodations in a place like this. People don't want you to enjoy the time you spend here, and they want you to remember it for as long you live. Cold is hard. And the colder some place is the harder it is put your mind at rest. And a

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The Greatest Book Ever WrittenI was torn for so long about whether or not I was going to be a Reader or a Television Watcher. Reading was huge part of my family's common ground. It was one thing we all had in common. Sadly, books aren't something you generally do together. This is never more true between four people that like to read by themselves and their taste in literature jumps all over the

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The commute both to, and from, work has become a one of society's most common rites of passage in both the figurative and literal interpretations of the phrase. It's a sad note that to be successful in our society one most sacrfice so much for so little and that this would be considered normal and required living (if you can call it that). Sadly, it's one of the last rites of passage we have left

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I feel slack and I need to tighten up my film reviews before they get a way from me. I enjoy these reviews and actually thought about trying to see if a local paper would pick me up as a film reviewer. Of course, you can't say things like, "Bruckheimer should have his entrails drawn out, set on fire, and then pissed on for making this shit." and expect a newspaper to jump on it. So perhaps this

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Have you ever closed your eyes and still been able to see it? Does your body cringe and roll around when you do? Have you just ever so lightly taken the softest of breaths in through your nose and been able to taste it? Can you run your hands just over the surface without touching it and still been able to feel it with every inch of your body? Do you take deep breaths when you just think of it?

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The past two days of the legit job have been mentally taxing, physically brutal and emotionally straining. It's all shoveling, all day and my body is feeling every single swing of the shovel as I sit here on the couch. In the quieter moments before I picked up my computer, I could feel my body still trying to go through the process of shoveling without actually moving. I can feel the resistance

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There was a slow but steady wind blowing in across the bay. From I was on the top of the hill, I could see across the entire bay to the distant shores of Fife. The distant Fife coastline was gracefully illuminated by its fancy homes, quaint seaside restaurants, seedy biker bars and extravagant houseboats. Beyond the eastern shore of the bay, along the quickly darkening night sky are the silent

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September, 2001. In a speech given to a grieving and angry America, President George W. Bush proclaims that anyone known to be harboring terrorists willingly will hereby be considered an enemy of America. Anyone not willing to aide America in it's search and destroy mission for terrorists will also be labeled an enemy of America. "You're either with us or against us!" These words went out and

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One thumb. One nostril. One blast of determination. And with that... Clarity.Switch thumbs and take care of the other side. Know that when you do, you'll not be able to fully seal the second nostril as the previous nostril will be recently emptied of it's natural sealant. This may cause the second projectile to lose some of it's mustard and barely be able to make it out of the barrel. A quick

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How will you be remembered? How did you deal with pain? How did you enjoy life? What did you do to challenge yourself that no one ever knew about? What secrets do you carry with you to the grave? What did you learn in the first decade of life and in every decade after after that? Do you still see yourself as perfect? Are you childish? Do you have a hard time telling yourself no? Can you see the

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I'm a jazz fan and the people I work with are not. Each one of them has their own favorite and only two of them are the same. One guy likes hip hop and for an hour each day, he gets to listen to his hip hop. When his hour passes, another guy gets to listen to country for an hour. Then we have a two hour block of rock for the two rock guys, one is more classic and the other is more of a Godsmack

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NEVER, EVER do this at home!It's been a while since I was in shape enough to handle any kind of manual labor. It's been a while since I last labored in the hot, hot sun. It's been a while since I last got up at 4 in the morning TWO DAYS in a row for any reason. It's been a while since I tried to stay up late, wake up early, work in the hot, hot sun all day and then stay up late, wake up early and

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There is so much on my mind and so many things going on, it's hard to concentrate from one moment to the next. However, I'm a professional blogger and I will try to pull it together......for the fans.First - There is some local legend or myth that floats around that says that it never gets hot in the Pacific Northwest. I'm not sure who started that foul rumor, but they should be shot just like

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Starting today I am officially a normal human being. Today, at 4 AM PST I start my normal day job, just like everyone else. Today, in the late June sun, I start bringing home legit bacon for my BLT lifestyle. Today, I put myself.... Out there...Basically I start working for the guy that owned that Kubota dragon. He liked me enough from a month ago to offer me a job and I took it. He knows I only

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Do you do a lot of dancing? Do you like to dance? Are you a private dancer that only dances behind walls where no one can see you? Or are you a dancer that is more of a social experiment? I loooooove dancing. I dance when I can and I live on both sides of the dance floor, the side that has people watching and the side that is hidden from the eyes of others.As a child, I took tap, jazz, ballet,

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Tacoma can boast many things that most of the world isn't aware of or doesn't care to know. For instance; You may not know that Tacoma is not named after the Toyota truck of the same name. Another juicy morsel you probably didn't know; Tacoma is not just another inner city prison pre-school. Oh no! Tacoma actually has more. A lot more.Let's back up....Not too many years ago, the city found itself

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It's not often that people take my picture and then send them to me. Let's enjoy them together.ABOVE THE UNDERGROUND, WASHINGTONMe and some Slav-comic guy. He bet me a thousand bucks that Czech Republic would beat America. I'm glad I didn't take that bet. We may have lost, but I get paid to be a comic and he doesn't. And I'm taller. Take that Czech Republic. UNDER SEATTLE, WASHINGTONSome people

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We start this tour with a glimpse into the top of the world. It's raining here and the forest loves to show off. This is the side of that volcano that I told you was in every photo.THE SLOPES OF MT. RAINER, WASHINGTONPam on her V star. It's a 650 and a bigger bike than my mine (the pony is a 500) and I had some bike envy, but her helmet isn't as cool as mine. Anyway, she has the whole package and

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I'm too sick to finish my tour so I am headed home a day early. I finished almost everything I needed to do that wasn't comedy and I just need rest. I'm sure that many of you are ready to stop stressing out about if I am going to wreck or not. So, let's go home.Late Sunday night I took a ride across the prairie to enjoy one final sunset illumuniating the foothills of the forgottens. And all from

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I started the engine to let it warm up a bit before my excursion. I was still a bit nervous about riding after all the dark "crashing" imagery that had disturbed my rest from the night before. The image of my body on the side of the road in a mangled heap was still very fresh in my thoughts. I could tell that I wasn't the same rider from earlier in the week as I began to pull out into traffic.The

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I have a head full of snot and congestion and even if my ears weren't damaged from the hours of screaming wind, I'd be too stuffed up to hear anything anyway. My nose has a beaver dam of goo that is preventing any of the rich summer scents from the Palouse from reaching my joy glands.Sneezing while traveling... Advantage: Car.Filling your enclosed helmet with snot while going 65 is a real bummer.

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I woke yesterday to find the weather at odds with me. It was freezing cold, raining heavily and there was a biting wind. Even to the advanced rider, these conditions are dangerous to ride in. So to a novice ride such as myself, to attempt to ride is suicide. Even if you do survive the slick roads which prevent healthy turning and stopping, near zero temperatures and the wind punching you in the

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I picked up a nasty chest/head cold while working in Seattle last week and it's screwing me up. However, I am not going to let that get in my way of riding my pony across the great state of Washington. This is my most ambitious ride on the bike and I am really looking forward to it. The plan is to ride south to Mt. Rainer, ride along side the great beast and then drop into the Yakima valley among

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If you follow my web site, you know that this week I am working in Seattle at the Underground. So far, everything is going okay and no one has threatened to kill me, which is how I judge a good show from a bad one. Another way to gauge a good show from a bad one is laughter, but that's the layman/Walmart way out.For some reason, I am not really sticking to my game plan on stage. Either ego or

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I sleep peacefully. Like a 97 year old former porn star that's been in a orgasm-induced coma for twenty years. I have an ever present grin that can't be sand blasted off of me (and a pretty nice hard on). Ever since my arrival at the Perch, I have not known a restless night. Not one. It's nothing about my surroundings that is making the difference; there is nothing new about my bedding, the air

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This is how my brain works. I did not edit this piece. This is what my writing process looks like in it's rawest form. I let it all out and then I go an organize it into a post. This particular post took half an hour to complete and it's not "checked" in any way. Generally it takes anywhere from twenty minutes to four hours to complete one post depending on the topic. From this raw stock comes a

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The world around me is made up of keys. Each key has a symbol which can release a small part of my magic onto the world. You may not see what I see when I look at these machines, but perhaps if you think about it long enough...This is my father's Royal Typewriter. It contains cigarette ashes and food crumbs and was used so much that keys had to be replaced. He was an avid writer himself. Perhaps

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The calendar says that it's Saturday so it must be time to return to the waste land of last week's destruction. When last we spoke; I had just torn down the shack in the back yard with the help of young boys and my body was crippled in the process. A week later, I find myself driving down a familiar road, back to the land of dirt, dust and pain, hoping that the young boys have chickened out and

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What is exactly wrong, in your estimation, with your libido?My libido is retired. I am just not interested in sex at the moment.I think I would rather talk to someone. It was just time to seek outsomething new.If you are not meant for big city life (reference "Many Berries of Malta"), then what does the near future hold for you, in terms of living arrangements?I plan on living at the Perch until

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I have never met most of my readers, yet I know a great deal about their lives. I know what their families are like, where they live, whom they love, what they do for a living and sometimes, what their fantasies are. I know all of this through emails that they send me and I will admit that they are a guilty pleasure to read. I will admit to getting some of the information mixed up with other

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I am addressing this topic as I have been overwhelmed with the number of blogs that readers have started and whom have asked me to read it for advice or whatever. I usually try to hold back from reading a new blog until I know the writer is serious about it and this means I wait for a week or two and then check it out. If they post every day and it doesn't look too bad, I will check back again in

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Learnin'.It's a part of livin'.I have spent the past few days back in Tacoma helping some friends out on a home improvement project. They recently bought a house and it was in need of some remodeling so they asked a bunch of comics if they would come and help them out. The majority of the work is demolition, which appeals to the darker side of man's soul. Comics are all dark souled individuals so

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Two men. Born on the same day, in the same hospital, in the same room, at the same time, by the same staff, with the same amount of relatives present who are equal in every way. (I think you get the idea.)These two men grow up in the same town, with the same teachers, the same friends, the same opportunities, the same kind of love and the same limitations.They are, in every way, equal.On the same

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Questions Of The Weak is returning for a spring session so get your questions in now. I would say you have a lot of source material to cover so don't delay. You might want to read back a few posts to see if there is a lingering question or concern from a post, two months ago. You may have more than one question, go ahead and ask.Here are the submission rules:1. No Book of Question, questions. If

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I stopped breathing last night.I went to see "Over the Hedge" and it almost killed me. I haven't laughed so hard at a movie in years. It was truly funny. I am not always big on watching a cartoon in the theater preferring to wait until they come out on DVD to watch them, but this one called out to me. That "call" was mostly William Shatner who was cast as a overly dramatic Possum and the

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My stomach hurts. It's making it hard to fall asleep and I need the sleep. I've been laying here for a close to an hour without being able to find a wink and it's beginning to annoy me. I've turned over the pillow twice seeking cooler conditions. I have also shuffled my body so that one leg is under the blanket and the other is left hanging out in the open so that I might be able to regulate my

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It's so tempting to give in to my anger. In the past the sentiment has been so gratifying to embrace that I have always just given in without giving it much thought. However, I never feel that gratification for more than a few moments before it turns into an ulcer.So, apparently, there is still rage left inside of me that needs working out. It would seem that there is still a bit of thinking and

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I feel like I am being chased.Every time I look around, I see Da Vinci's eyes peering at me from the cover of Dan Brown's book. It's spooky. I have seen the book around the world for the last two years. Everywhere I go, there is a copy of that damn book floating around. It's in friend's houses, bookstores, waiting rooms, on the cover of magazines, in hostel lobbies and in the hands of

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There are hundreds of books about specialized and mundane activities that are written as philosophy guidelines for life. Usually the books are very touching and insightful and they can bore you to death if you think that particular activity is dull to begin with. For example, there are books that relate bowling to the path of a man's life through all of its trials and tribulations. Some books are

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The beauty of the Rockies in the spring time is immeasurable and driving through it is incredibly peaceful. This entire trip I have crept along at a snail's pace and I have done it with only the sound of the wind, the view from my window and my active mind to keep me company. That's either the Pony's influence on me or I am just too lazy to get out the Ipod and listen to music. The wind seems to

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Tom Cruise hurts me.I just watched Mission Impossible 3 and I am ready to hurt each person involved with it. We can start with Tom as the producer and then Stratton Leopold as the Unit Production Manager and then down to JJ Abrams as the director and then everyone that appeared in the film later. It's just that bad of a film. Everyone should be punished. I forgive Keri Russell, she's only in it

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"Jaws" came out in 1975 and it dramatically changed the summer plans for millions of people around the world. The week before, life looked pretty rosy and there wasn't a care in the world. The day after the modest opening in mid-May - a camping trip in the mountains became a real hot idea for millions of people. They played off this last minute change of plans as if it were due to some sickness

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This is the view from the perch. Notice the lovely blue sky. Take a moment to appreciate the architecture of downtown Tacoma. If you look real close you can see a windsock on that tall building to the right. If that fucking volcano wasn't there, you could see the rest of the world.VIEW FROM THE PERCH, WAThis is the new pony. In the "bike" world... It's called a THUMPER. To me it's 500 cc's of

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I have been writing almost every single day for a year and a half. There were moments that I had huge dips in production, but even on those days, I wrote something. I'm sure that some of you have noticed the most recent dip in the number of postings, that should be changing shortly. I appreciate you sticking it out during this odd transition. Thank you. The emails have finally been positive on a

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It's red. My helmet is silver. I don't have the jacket yet. It's not a kick start motor, you have to push a button and it's 'put-put-puting'. There are scratches all over it and there is a fair amount of sun damage on the paint. It doesn't "roar" like a Harley or fly down the highway like a street bike ready break the sound barrier. It's not going to get me laid in road houses or at bike rallies

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I have had two big hankerin's in the past few months: A Zelda Gamecube thing, which I bought and have only touched once in the three weeks it's been at the Perch, and a motorcycle. The latter has been a much, much harder item to find as I am being rather picky about what kind of ride best suits my needs. Usually the best place to start when looking for something is making a list of the things you

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In my world, there is no ONE band that can fit every mood of my life. Some music has come pretty close, but even the power of U2 and Concrete Blonde have moments where they sound like a rock in the gearbox.For some reason, when I am touring in southwest Oregon the music that fits the mood I'm in is Pink Floyd. I don't know what it is, but somehow the majesty of these misty mountains and their

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