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The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #85 - The Pilgrimage
02.16.11
One or more persons during a certain period drop their usual motives for movement and action, their relations, their work and leisure activities, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the encounters they find there.
It's a bike ride.
Started by user nathansnider and user theroyalacademy.
It meets every Wednesday at 8:30pm at California Donuts #21.
We ride at 9pm.
We'll endeavor to return before the last red line trains (around midnight).
See how we move.
On the second year of this bike ride, you might expect:
- more inconvenient passageways
- more full moon picnics
- perhaps more "cover" versions of other people's rides, performed with amateurish enthusiasm
- certainly more amateurish enthusiasm
- disorientation
- reorientation
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- dance parties
- karaoke
- imaginary histories
- scavenging for fun and sustenance
- more geocaching
- more oblique strategies
- more Oulipian constraints
- traffic median tea parties
Furthermore:
- A medium pace (maybe not for beginners; certainly not a hustle)
- We're not in a rush; we don't need to run every light.
- 25-ish miles this week; a small hill
- Victory donuts!
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This week:
The Pilgrimage
When Zephyrus eke with his swoote breath
Inspired hath in every holt and heath
The tender croppes and the younge sun
Hath in the Ram his halfe course y-run,
And smalle fowles make melody,
That sleepen all the night with open eye,
(So pricketh them nature in their corages);
Then longe folk to go on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seeke strange strands,
To ferne hallows couth in sundry lands;
And specially, from every shire's end
Of Englewoodland, to Canterbury they wend,
The holy blissful Martyr for to seek,
That them hath holpen, when that they were sick.
OK, so this week's ride includes a stop at the Casa de Angelopes, where Skidmarcus is having a going-away Den Dinner party. Those who want to see Marcus off can say bye one last time before he leaves. Unless this whole "I'm leaving LA" thing is just a prank, in which case we're stuck with him indefinitely (one can hope, right?).
Though longer than a usual Passage stop, we will still be tarrying only briefly, as our apostolic services are needed elsewhere (at the donut shop mainly but, you know, other places too...). If you plan to stick around and eat, you would do well to bring some kind of food, lest they think you some kind of Judas character.
Talk, talk, talk...
(and join the mailing list!)
The hacienda must be built.
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