no news is

good news, as far as this liesmith is concerned; he is content to glance but briefly at the morning paper or foreign news-site; he can but poorly influence national politics, let alone world events; his vituperative and rabble-rousing writings of the past year sit unread and unwarranted, honest effort poured into broken chalices. huzzah

mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥

foreboding sits palpably

near, speckled with bright flecks of Happiness

Vicente v. Ord

This author is barely back a week from Los Angeles, and already he yearns for the runs. The velocipedist who reads this blog will recognize the Ord Run from previous writings: it starts at Marukai Market in Little Tokyo, heads up to Hill and Cesar E. Chavez, and mashes Sunset all the way over to where that boulevard hits Vine. Old man Ord, however, has a new companion, the San Vicente Run (i.e. Santo Viczenzo), which starts at where Wilshire crosses the 405 freeway and approaches Hollywood from the west, either via Elevado or Santa Monica Boulevard.

Both of these runs the author would make regularly, never ever standing to pedal, on an L.A.-made, fixed-gear, gray Retrospec bicycle with bright green wheels. He surfed Bay Street and the Venice Breakwater, hunted urban art from the Palisades to Elysian Park, and ran the runs whenever he was able to – during rush-hour or at 3 am, under skies clear and smoggy, his heart bursting joyfully with every passing foot, flashing spoke, and humming tire. And the Boba Fett nods he received from other smog-sledders (!!!), each glance-and-dip a barely perceivable acknowledgement of his worth as a self-respecting street cyclist, each quick look grudging recognition of the toughness commonly found among persons who mash California's sun-burnt boulevards.

Someday, I will once more reside in the fine Golden State, and run these runs whenever my heart desires, but, until then, be well in my absence, fair Angelinos, and mahalo.

mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥

ten trees fall

ten trees that were tall, dead and leaning but erect nonetheless, reminders of the inevitability of decay

small things changed

have sometimes large benefits

these trying

times call for a drastic action, a chosen and radical trial by fire designed to reshape the inner models into forms more inclined to bring about Happiness amongst the fragmented shards of the soul

an opinion

the only two ways to stop being part of the system are to remove oneself from it, or destroy it