Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Flying

So yesterday was the first time I attempted to ride to work. It's only about 20-25 Km away, out by the airport, but it was a really long ride for an out of shape dude with no experience with the prairie winds. I clearly did not appreciate what riding on an entirely open road, in the middle of the plains could be like. I literally had to lean sideways into the wind, just to stay upright. That, of course, was during the short period where I wasn't riding directly into the wind.

The whole trip took to work took about 75 minutes. The trip home, however, with the 60 Kph wind at my back took only about 45. That was awesome.

Riding like that, where you're cruising along, doing 40 or 45 Kpm, and and barely working at it, is what sucks you in. It's like that one sweet golf shot you made that felt perfect and let you putt in for a birdie. It makes you fall in love, but that jealous, possessive kind, and you spend the rest of your time trying to get back to that one moment.

So, as if there's any question, yes, I'm riding again tomorrow.

Friday, March 21, 2003

Anxiety and angst I am having my lunch, a burger and salad from George’s BBQ. I drove there in my car, windows open, music blaring. Spring is here and the air is vibrant with freshness, fecundity and life. The sun is strong. It’s a beautiful day. These are the things I experience while the coalition delivers “Shock and Awe” upon the people of Iraq. I can almost not take it. There’s a fury inside me that rails against the injustice of it. Soldiers of the Iraqi army surrender, knowing there’s no hope. Even then, it’s too late. Now the Coalition is in full obliteration mode. They claim that they are concerned about collateral damage and not harming civilians, but when the citizens have no choice but to fight, they’re all collateral. I hate this world, a world where this can be allowed to happen. A world where we are powerless to stop the inevitable force of a government bent on domination. A world where an entire nation, and supposedly impartial media, can be whipped into a bloodlust frenzy. I hate that our lives continue, our daily affairs unaffected, most of us disinterested and uninvolved. I hate that it’s entertainment. I hate that I am able enjoy these things I have, while people are dying.