The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #87 - Whistling Past, Then Paving Over
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
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- dance parties
- imaginary histories
- scavenging for fun and sustenance
- more geocaching
- more oblique strategies
- more Oulipian constraints
- traffic median tea parties
- 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; no real hills
- Victory donuts!
Whistling Past, Then Paving Over
It is said that the dead remain with us in spirit, so long as they are remembered. And noble, sentimental creatures that we are, we certainly do our best to make this so - building monuments, telling stories and simply thinking thoughts that keep those spirits with us.
However, as construction crews regularly discover in a somewhat less noble fashion, the dead remain with us in body as well, long after their lives have been largely forgotten. As more worldly concerns intrude, all those memories and monuments may get misplaced, displaced, and shuffled around, but the remains... well, they remain.
And all this is so terribly inconvenient, having the dead popping up unexpectedly at inopportune moments, but when those bones finally do come back from their misplacement, displacement and shuffling around, we may find that they at least have some new stories to tell.
A dozen cemeteries (four former and eight current), with at least a little bit of history for each. The route this week is not especially long (25-ish miles), but we've got a lot of stopping to do, so let's leave on time, eh? Yes? Yes? Excellent.
Talk, talk, talk...
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The hacienda must be built.