...on the science of things

you know,

it was getting a little late at the chairman's place,

so I decided that a cab was in mind. now the bastard doesn't normally do this but, didjs read the earlier part about late?

anyway, my cabby pulls us over because this poor woman took a header on queens boulevard.

cabby did the right thing and it only cost me like 75 cents.

afterward we talk about the nature of being kind, and he tells me that he almost killed himself.

lost his wife.

lost all his money.

wanted to kill himself.

but his good friend gave him a book that changed his life.

it was called dianetics.

so I suppressed my urge to laugh out loud (and I was drunk) and let him talk his talk.

did you know that the human mind is the most powerful thing ever made?

he cured the flu twice...

with his mind.

I'm glad he got me back home in one piece.

with his driving, not his mind. it takes all kinds.

—the bastard

...on oddities

saw this on a bookshelf where we were holding our meetings during the offsite.

i have NO idea what the hell this is, or if it tastes good.

—the bastard

this weak in magazines

cover lines are very important on the newstand.

left hand rob can find something wrong with at least three out of four of these cover lines.

—the bastard

if you look at the top of this picture...

...you'll see that the down economy is even affecting billy joel.

—the bastard

there's something to be said

...for green grass,

the smell of gunpowder,

and

broken clay pigeons all over the place.

it ain't a bad way to start the work week. now we have eaight hours of business before we get to the gnpowder but, it ain't bad.

-the bastard

...on stalling

great expanses make for great views on a Saturday afternoon.

my ladyfriend and i took a long walk down the east side of manhattan and it was gorgeous out.




but it's like this. the bastard is stalling today. he's tired and the muse hasn't hit him to discuss his Friday evening trip through the wayback machine.

tired from yesterday's walk and dinner with the ladyfriend's coworker and her husband the steampunk, oh yeah, and the solo haul on foot to get groceries, i'm a little bushed.

story time is for later. too bad. so sad.

-the bastard

you know...

...there's something to be said about a clear evening.

with the wind in your face.

and several beers and some fried crap for dinner.

doesn't suck.

—the bastard

...on clarifications

according to wikipedia, a motorcycle is also known as a "motor bicycle", a "motor bike", a "bike", or a "cycle".

so with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek,

this is a bike.

and this is a bike.

and this now completely twisted piece of metal i used to own...

used to be a bike.

i hope that you're doing well. enjoy your evening.

—the bastard

...on the roar of the machine...again

met some friends at this bike bar i always meant to hit when the bastard had a bike.

but now I don't.

and that's ok. allthough, the matador made comment about my trench and asked if i had a shotgun under it.

I just said well i can't just dress in my riding gear and pretend I ride even though I trashed my bike.

"you trashed your bike!?!?"

"I trashed my bike."

"I didn't know", said rayne o'brian.

well the bastard don't advertise. well maybe I spoke about it a little.

anyway, it was the Qatar gp and it was good to go.

only two crashes worth noting and one of them had the riders recovering.

on a side note, I still haven't been able to get "the cowboy song" by thin lizzy out of my head.

third days straight. roll me over and set me free, the cowboy's life is the life for me.

—the bastard

the bastard is having a hard time with the economy

the bastard has his woes.

and in the grand scheme, they small potatoes.

he has his health (barely).

but, it's like this. i miss the bike.

but i just got the tax bill and it leaves me poor.

and i have no scratch for a new one.

and a friend is selling his.

and it's outta my reach.

guess the bastard finds he has to wait.

just so you know.

it's the hardest part. fuck tom petty.

—the bastard