Narcissus' Echo

Thoughts, tears, rants, ruminations, hopes, fears, love(s), and prayers of just another being passing through this wracked sphere...

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Saturday, August 12, 2006

5 May 1995 - 28 January 2005

Fall in the Light
(Lori Carson & Graeme Revell)

It's in this moment, Hold on
When everything has come apart
It's in this moment
Right now
When it can come together

Raise your sights
What's there to lose?

Fall in the light

In all this trouble, Hold on
To the innocence with which you were born
There's so much struggle
Be strong
Find the faith you need to carry on

It's a long night
You're not alone

Fall in the light

Sweet air
It falls into place
Sun through the haze
Doesn't it feel a
Little like grace

It's in this moment, Hold on
When everything has come apart
It's in this moment
Right now
When everything - come together

Raise your soul
What's there to lose

Fall in the light

Thursday, August 10, 2006

My reaction at the pump these days

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


After cleaning and servicing my bike, I discovered that the crash bent my $$$ titanium handlebar. (The handlebar is perpendicular to the frame, and both bar ends are set at identical angles, but note that the tires are not vertical).

I remain amazed that I managed to walk away from it.

*Looks about for guardian angel*

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Bolinas Ridge Trail Redux

‘Summer is coming, summer is coming.
    I know it, I know it, I know it.
Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,’
    Yes, my wild little Poet.
(Lord Alfred Tennyson)

For the ride report, click on the image or here.

Sunday, August 06, 2006


'Received some troubling news from my doctor a fortnight ago: I developed some kind of metabolic disorder. Among other symptoms, it has caused my metabolic rate to take a dive. As a result, I have very low energy, little appetite, and suffer from frequent bouts of fatigue and depression. This explains my inability to embark on long epic rides the past month. By 6 PM of each day, I am pretty much done, requiring stimulants such as coffee or strong tea to get through the rest of the evening. As of now, I am still reviewing my treatment options with the doctor.

That said, this is not going to change the person that I have come to be--that I am. I am leaving at 5 AM on a 2-hour drive up to Olema for one of my favorite rides: the Bolinas Ridge Trail. Never mind that it is remote (and is mountain lion territory). Never mind that I am doing it solo (as usual). Never mind that it is rated "very strenuous."

I will not be among the hollow men: paralysed force, gesture without motion; heads full of straw.

I have climbed and descended mountains at dawn, in the blazing noon, at dusk, in the depths of the night, through rain, sleet, snow, and hail--while others lumber up and down steps in air-conditioned malls.

I will not hang up my bike and be a dancing ape on club floors.

Life should be lived full throttle, or not at all.

Because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... (Jack Kerouac)