Monday, February 22, 2016

US National Cyclo-cross Championships, Austin Texas, 2015

Post I neglected from last year found in a dark, dusty corner of the internet

Every once in a while I remember this blog. Right now I am remembering it from the tenth storey of a hotel (Tryp Hotel) in Sao Paulo. I am here for a few days for a Robert Heinecken exhibition. Now that I am closest to an "Amazon Rain Forest" than I have ever been, I really want to look for birds. But Sao Paulo is not a tourist town. When I mention it to people they look like I just asked where I should dig for gold. One woman said we should fly to Rio. Not for nature but for tourist stuff. I am not really interested in tourist stuff other than maybe a guided nature walk.


is 90% perspiration. That's not right. Perspiration is the product of inspiration. Closer. Today I was inspired to clean the chicken coops. And I sweated quite a bit as a result. It is amazing how much dust chickens produce.

That is a chicken dust covered tape by the dub poet Mutabaruka. Incidentally, I bought Minute Made orange juice from Mutabaruka back in 1986 in Jamaica.

Chickens also produce an amazing amount of eggs.

Truth and Tattoos

I think of my self, or is it, myself? Either way, my impression of me is that of an honest man. Yet here is a lie I tell regularly:

 "Cool tattoo." Sometime I say, "I like your tattoo."

Here is one I actually like:

I am aware it isn't for everyone even though Devo's latest album is called Something for Everyone.