Alienation
When I speak, my lips & tongue form the words that are on my mind. These ARE my thoughts, yet they are NOT my thoughts.
I’ll try to turn over a new leaf, a blank page, and start over.
When I speak, my lips & tongue form the words that are on my mind. These ARE my thoughts, yet they are NOT my thoughts.
I’ll try to turn over a new leaf, a blank page, and start over.
My Tasks ToDo tracking list has 28 items. Starting at the top row, it’s nice to know, without having to decide, what’s to be worked on next.
All 28 tasks in the sequence can be done in one day, but completing the entire list, even at nine minutes per item, would be 252 minutes, or 4.2 hours out of the 16 available to me.
Had a great test ride today. Harley-Davidson LiveWire has a very strong, broad powerband and handles quite well as a quiet (and sweet smelling) street bike.
Expected sunny weather but instead got drenched by a cloudburst when approaching the foothills around the valley, so I stuck with the streets around town and put off riding the winding back roads. Still, lots of fun.
I am thoroughly invested in electrifying California with focus on electric motorcycles. LiveWire is #1 in the lineup of futuristic transportation vehicles.
Just think of the many issues needing resolution before the year 2034, including fortifying the energy grid and making electric recharging more convenient. It’s an exciting challenge.
The danger of heaven lies in the fact that one cannot climb it … The effects of the time of danger are truly great.
The I Ching or Book of Changes
more to be here posted soon – Desert Adventure as a Slide Show
Eastern Sierra in the far distance. Back in 2007, M & I hiked all day in the scorching heat trying to reach Papoose Flat, where those little sharp peaks are in the distance (left of center). Had to turn around because the sun was beginning to set. Made it back to the car just in time before our water ran out.
In many ways, better than a bicycle.
Flying machines epitomize the realization of a 3-D experience of the world.
Piloting a paraglider around the turn of the millennium. That’s M with outstretched arms.
Now my wing is in the garage, ready for the museum. It’s still flight worthy, and it could still break my neck.