October 31, 2009

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October 29, 2009

My uncle died last night, He had been in the hospital for the last month. It wasn't looking like he was going to make it so I had been preparing myself for it. Got to see him right before he passed away.. was weird because he was pretty much out of it .. drugged up... not cognitive at all I thought. I said to my mother I was going to go. It was too much for me to see him like that. As I moved to go ... he all of sudden came back and was talking again.. he looked at me and opened up his arms to give me a hug. I didn't even think he knew I was there.

Life is so strange.. you go around thinking you have all this time.

Best memory with my uncle.. when I was a kid he took me to the first Seattle Supercross in 78. The smell of 2 stroke filled the Kingdome and I got completely hooked on Motocross from that point on.



Shinto



When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a house to us,
the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,
the former name of a street,
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
the smoothness of a filed fingernail,
the date we were looking for,
the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count,
a sudden physical pain.

Eight million Shinto deities
travel secretly throughout the earth.
Those modest gods touch us--
touch us and move on.

Jorge Luis Borges
More parts broken down but cheap to resurrect in my near future. This is a cakewalk compared to the offset springer I remade that's on my bike now.. you can't beat the price. I worked on the wishbone frame for a good number of hours straightening the seat tube, filling drilled holes and touching some dodgy sections up. In the end it didn't look much different .. that's always nice.. when you spend a bunch of time working on something and you can hardly see any progress. It was raining hard out most of the day and the light went from dark to dim to dark again.

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