18 January

Calling London from the faraway towns



Also, I have antlers. NBD.

Barn in Concord. Love the nail rust.

Melville. Rivendell. Metal desk toys.

Pretty much my entire life in one image.

 So, I recently wrote a little blog post for Steve Makin and Paul Rance at Grass Up the Middle about taking a big stupid ride on my 50th birthday. I won't bother you here with my navel-gazing and existential angst, but they were kind enough to list this blog at the end of the post, so I thought I'd put up a bit of a landing strip here in case anybody clicks on that link. 


Without writing you a biography, I live in New England, USA. I read a lot of classic fiction—my latest being Melville's Typee—and write book, gift, toy, and game descriptions for a catalog at my real job. I like singlespeed mountain bikes and—though I sometimes question how much it applies to East Coast rocks and roots—am firmly entrenched in the Rivendell/Petersen school of thought.  Have certainly ridden road bikes in the past—think Team 7Eleven era. As to the singlespeed aspect? I blame my teenage BMX years, a love of minimalism, and a fascination with ultralight camping (not the practice of it, mind you—a fascination with it). Also—the fact that it seems derailleurs are never adjusted correctly.

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