Ahoy Ought Eight
Another year all but defeated, it’s worn and warm corpse ready to be hurled upon the mound of all those that fell before it (chronologically). I’ve been fortunate enough to spend this evening with members of my family, but I’m greedy for the company of family and friends elsewhere. Dearest East coast, perhaps we could spend this time next year together? I think it’s a date.
So what was that year that was?
Two cross-continental trips,
Second semester of my freshman year and first semester of my junior,
got hired as a mechanic at two bike shops,
killed my first wheel,
built my first wheel,
started a bike polo team and local league,
competed at the NACCC polo tourny,
rode my first century,
broke a bike frame for the first time,
bike bike bike bike and biked,
climbed Mt. Katahdin for the last time (for the foreseeable future at least),
read some books, some comix,
drew some but never enough,
didn’t create as much original artistic content as I could’ve (but who does?),
moved into my first apartment,
joined a wicked sweet gardening collective,
attended my first wedding of friends,
got into some awful trouble,
got into some great trouble,
and more, probably, I’m sure. Right?
So what to make of this year to come? What great wounds to inflict and songs to carol? We’ll see.