I want to ride my bicycle...

My lady has her makeup on. It makes her look so pretty. Not that she wasn't beautiful before. Her chrome frame has caught her fair share of eyes. The new cork grips just make her even more lovely. So I took her out on the town tonight. Nothing but the clicking of her gears and the sweat on my back. Gliding along the streets of Winnipeg with the breeze feeling pleasantly cool against my skin, we had ourselves a time. Now all I need for her is a name.

This was the perfect night cap to a nice slow day. I didn't start work until 11:30, letting me take time to enjoy a leisurely paced breakfast while listening to the new Starflyer 59 album. I love slow days for how they result in more time being allowed towards good meals. Fresh garden tomatoes appear to have been the days theme.

9am breakfast - Over medium eggs, grilled tomatoes and homemade apple rhubarb jam on rye. Americano and grapefruit juice.

10pm supper - Mini garden tomatoe and basil on cheddar pizza and a blonde Lefe.

Optimism

Not A Bad World, Is It? - Ed Ruscha

Despite the business and craziness of the day, I enjoyed it.

I feel like I came out of a battle unscathed.

Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.

- Ghandi

I would never consider myself an ambitious person. It bothers me sometimes. Not to say that I don't have aspirations, I've always just been more of a relaxed, accepting of my situation kind of person. Ambition is supposedly the quality of all great men, so if I lack it what does that make me? If I was more ambitious, would things be different for me? Perhaps I've read too much Ecclesiastes, or I'm too accepting of my lack of ambition to strive to be ambitious. To be ambitious about being ambitious if you will. I have no concrete conclusions to this rumination except for some vague verdict that at least a little more ambition couldn't hurt.

It feels like fall is coming on rather early. I'm not sure that I have a problem with that.

New Westminister

I now have internet hooked up in my apartment, which I am pleased to say was not missed a great deal.

I guess the bigger news out of that statement is that I moved out. Yes, finally, at 27. I don't say that without a twinge of embarrassment raising its bright prickly head. So now, I call the east Broadway area home. The question I have been asked most concern the move is, "are you excited?" Honestly, no. Maybe it is that I knew I had the apartment many months before I could move in so it ebbed away before the move, or that the sense of relief of the event finally happening was greater. I think more that it just above all else felt natural. I feel calm. I have been enjoying the century old wood floors, white walls and large windows that make up the stage for my hours away from the world.

I know, general social conventions state that this should have happened quite a few years ago, but, I never felt that my wings were in any way constricted at home and so never pushed very hard. I had no impulse to escape a family, or a small town or rules like many people causing them to move at the soonest available moment. I have not used my lack of a superior to sow wild oats, or step across previously placed boundaries to test praxis. I never felt restricted in stretching my wings before, but I did seek solitude. To sit alone in my apartment with nothing but a cup of tea and my thoughts to keep me company has been a great joy. A different type of freedom I guess.

A rainstorm at sunset tonight made the sky a beautiful orange colour. For at least half an hour I watched the sky lose it's jack-o-lantern light through my tall, drop streaked windows. Alone. Content.

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I'd been pondering over this freedom/solitude motivation since I moved in. I came across this video on one of the blogs I check often (can't remember which one). It only seemed fitting to include it.

It's been too long. Let's get back on this bike and ride.

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If growth is the only sign of life, and change the forerunner of growth, then I must be living. Lots of changes environmentally and internally. All for the better. I feel like a coiled spring of opportunity, waiting to unleash in a burst of creative kinetic energy.

Shot a roll of film recently. My first since last fall. Much too long a wait, but very telling in certain ways. Quite glad to see how many photos turned out.

Love the colours in this one. Vibrant vibrant technicolour.