Now that Lance has stolen the Yellow Jersey away into the secret place where only the likes of Miguel, Eddie and Fasto could find it, it's nice to see a Man of Tyler Hamilton's obvious strength, dedication and fortitude come to the fore.
Get his diminutive throne ready on Mount Olympus. Dude with the double cracked collar bone is among the new Gods of the world.
I sit and I smile, because sometimes (not Tour related) things come to pass just as I thought they might. Action = consequence.
I'm getting worn out thinking about how my life is in a constant state of just about to start ... It's like I don't allow myself to taste the real thing.
There are fleeting moments when I have that burning in my belly when I'm alive and willing and taking the steps ...
(Better than riding your woman with your favorite strap-on)
Yeah, I'll bring home the turkey, if you bring home the bacon.
Unless Lance Armstrong has a kick like Bruce Lee in the Chinese Connection the yellow jersey will switch hands after the second to last day of the Tour. The individual time trial ... where proof is in the pudding.
The Posties still have a shot at keeping Lance in Yellow. They'll have to relentlessly push the pace in the Pyrenees over the next four days. They'll have to catch and crush countless attacks from Ulrich, Vinokourov, Mayo and even Hamilton and their team mates.
Admittedly, only Telekom and Vinokourov have any of the horses to hang with USPS ... but Heras and Rubiera et al can only take Lance so far. He'll have to drop some awe-inspiring rides in the next few days if he wants to attain his goal of Five.
The Show II
Stop asking yourself why Conservatives have all the money, therefore most of the vehicles to get their message out to the mainstream. They are the ones, in the last 50 years who have benefited most from the status quo and will do anything (as is natural) to stay on top of things.
You pick me up just to throw me back down. (You say that I'm different? The only thing different is the way I feel about you ....)
No one I think is in my tree -
I mean it must be high or low.
Devoid of meaning. Worrying only about obtaining the proper shoes to accent your new ensemble. (Living is easy with your eyes closed.)
Once there was a way to get back home.
Sleep pretty darlin' do not cry, and I will sing a lullabye.
My head is as stuffy as Rae's nose this morning.
Love has a nasty way of dissappearing overnight ... I'm looking through me and I'm nowhere.
It's only after having found their one true love do the characters then get to tragically die. The two destined souls never get to spend time together. The story always truncates their relationship.
"My old man is another child that's grown old ...
Just give me one thing, Lord, that I can hold on to ..."
If I drown in good gin tonight you'll know why. You'll know why.
Do we aim for the three songs that create the foundation, the building blocks of who we are?
And if this is the case, are they the three songs that have resonated in our lives the longest. The background radiation of our lives? (If you listen very closely when you look in somebody's direction you can hear their music coming through ...?)
Or do you pick the three that represent the different phases of our lives? Childhood, HS/College, Adulthood and the like?
Or do you go the route of three portions of our dynamic human nature? As in Ego, Shadow and Archetype ...?
And perhaps it was too difficult to break the integral parts of the musical you down into three parts. This is OK, too, but you will have to pay for it.
Whatever path each of us chooses individually, this is an exciting experiment and a window, hopefully, that gives us an ocean view of each others' soul ...
Instead of settling in to a sustainable effort for a long climb, Lance will be sprinting up short climbs with his peak power reaching 500-1000 watts and his heart rate spiking to nearly 190 bpm.
I beg of you, get ye a heart rate monitor, go run up a hill as fast as you can until you're at 190 bpm and see what you feel like. Then do it again and again and again. 500-1000 watts on a bike? Fahgetaboutit.
"My Car go 160, swiftly ..."
Hedonism and you: What, if anything, morality/reason thrown aside, would you be doing right now, if you could be doing ANYTHING? What would your day look like? Are you afraid to fess up to yourself about this?
If you can't face and embrace the Shadow, you've got some shiznit on your plate, don't you? Because it always finds a way to sneak it's little self into any and all aspects of our lives. Like weeds growing up through asphault, Shadow will always find air to breathe. Might as well be in control of it. A steady dispensing mechanism of some sort. "A canon shooting cocunt cream ..."
But that's only my opinion. Go on and continue to have stuff blow up in your face. Just stay out of my way while you're at it.
Before we write Le Tour off as one three-week-long, super-slow-mo bitch slap delivered by Lance Armstrong to the rest of the cycling world, let us not forget Joseba Beloki and Jan Ulrich. They’re both within striking distance and have strong teams. Any and all things can happen in the Tour. Be wary and enjoy the ride.
Recent semi-quoted quote thingy:
“Death is a pleasant experience – ask any resusitated person. It’s this half-dying that is not. Walking around with a cane or ending up in a wheel chair; tubes sticking in and out of innumerable orifices. My goal is to prevent my half-death at any and all costs.”
So it goes without saying, if you want to reduce the collective cost of health care in this world, the most powerful thing you can do (even more than heading to the ballot box) is staying fit and eating a healthy low-fat, low cholestoral, low-salt diet. Your fat, plaque-clogged ass has an incredibly large chance of getting heart disease. Drives up the health costs a bit, ya know? Or you’ll become diabetic. Or your liver will die (get off the sauce too, while you’re at it). Or your lungs will finally turn to tar (get off the tougher-than-heroin kick; get ye to the Nicorette counter).
I’m not trying to be an ass, I’m just sayin’ put your “money where your mouth is.” Move. Be. Reality TV is for those with no lives of their own. Don’t be that guy(/girl).
Now if we can just get Rumsfeld to spew some more interesting spin on the “Situation in Iraq,” life will be REALLY good.
I used to think my ideas worthless! Then I started watching television and that confirmed it!
Anyone who bought anything online over the holiday weekend should be turned over to Ashcroft. The Patriotic Americans were so completely intoxicated on one substance or another that they quickly became threats to their children and people everywhere.
The Real Patriots attained this state of chemical Nirvana as they headed home from work the day before and maintained straight on through the weekend. Remember, any explosives, especially those obtained in illegal manners, make you fervorently patriotic in the state's eyes. So never forget: when in doubt, blow shit up.
If anyone cares to listen, what I have spinning at any given moment is the same as getting a glimpse at Faulkner's library when he was writing ...
One of these mornings ...
The monkeys want us to believe we are chimps (and the chimps are monkeys ...). And all evidence has been erased - down the memory hole. What is said from on high is to be believed down low and that's the way we like it. Plausible deniablity. We are Judas, feverishly washing our hands of all of this. But where is it exactly, that I end and you begin? The YOU being everyone, everywhere of course? We are interconnected in far more ways than we are disconnected. One has to strive with all one's might to disconnect. Connectedness, while being a double-edged sword can be wielded as our greatest strength in overcoming anything - getting through the chimp/monkey paradigm.
