When you think of it, it’s kind of funny how so much effort can be taken to keep money-making insects healthy—while willingly using its product to sicken and kill the poor unable to give to the rich.
Sweetened Bitter
To A Lover Not Yet Returned
I miss you. The way our faces stack as we lie on our sides, not yet ready to leave the warmth of each other's bodies; the scent of the oils gathered in the crease of your nose, your neck. I would like to nestle there.
Dichotomies of a Beginner Cyclist’s Mind
Do I want a car? I just chose not to have one for financial, environmental, and personal goals' sake. I am attached to the idea of becoming a cyclist and pedestrian. But...
Becoming “That”: How Travel Expert Ryan Van Duzer Grew into Cross-Country Cycling (and how you can, too)
“If you want to become a better person, or not get into a monotonous, boring life, you’re going to have to find micro-goals to go after,”
Grandmother Fog
She brings romance to being lonely; that space in which I can see no further than my own skin; and its needs ...
“Are you sure you should post that blog? Employers might see it.”
I want a blog chock full of vulnerability and to raise the post number with content that feels genuine and as open as a book can be; and I also want to get a job. Are the two opposing?
I <3 Bacon!
Playing with a lengthy, girthty piece of meat and getting just the right flavor out of it is fun as hell.
Journalistic Achievement Unlocked
Posted first Twitter thread. Subject: water conservation. Three mistakes. Three lessons: (1) Draft the threads to chart chronology. (2) Chart chronology correctly in draft to avoid a random, unnecessary digit in tweet, and (3) Chart chronology. Like, at all.
Unusual Brokeness
There’s something about expressing to people who don’t know you the best (or maybe at all) that you feel like a failure. It’s a certain, scary brand of vulnerability. You want to put your best foot forward, but sometimes that would mean inactivity because you feel you have exactly zero good feet.
First Camp Alone
“You should camp alone for the first time somewhere close to home, so if you get scared, you can come back,” my mom urged me. So, I headed 300 miles away to Las Vegas.
the RAMBLE 