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The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #296 - The Earth and Its Days

04.22.15

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 endeavor to return before the last red line trains (around midnight),
but it is generally not possible. Please plan accordingly.

On this bike ride, you might expect:
- inconvenient passageways
- oblique strategies
- Oulipian constraints
- disorientation
- reorientation
- "cover" versions of other people's rides, performed with amateurish enthusiasm
- amateurish enthusiasm
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- karaoke
- geocaching
- full moon picnics
- traffic median tea parties
- rivers that no longer exist
- smell tourism
- Couchwick v2.0

Furthermore:
- usually 20-35 miles
- usually some hills
- a medium pace (probably not for beginners; certainly not a hustle)
- few stops, short stops
- but we're not in a rush; we don't need to run every light
- victory donuts!

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This week:

The Earth and Its Days


We, the dry heaves of Fever Earth, refugees from Atlantis California, left behind
the blistered bovine remains dotting the desert prairie. The cracked cement.
The asphalt that boiled and wept and swallowed vehicles whole. There was
nowhere for us there. No more visions of well-manicured lawns. Of office jobs
with benefits. Of free shipping and free returns. Green became brown became
red became blue. As the balance tipped from desiccation to submersion, we
could venture in or venture out -- that was our choice. And inward promised only
roaming bands of the desperate, clay smeared across their faces, hating but
also worshipping cruel Solis, taking what they could from those less equipped,
less willing. So outward we pushed. Strapping together whatever small vessels
we could find -- emptied paint buckets, 2-liter soda bottles, a steel drum or two
by the fortunate -- and thereby fashioning larger vessels, capable of lifting us
afloat in their palms. And, now, as we meet others adrift as we, the rafts are
tethered together to create larger vessels still. Garbage floe cities slowly
coagulating. Plastics and metals and rubber and salt dissolving and rusting and
binding and carrying us forward or backward or onward or wherever we must
go. We are the garbage too, the refuse, the refused, the expelled. We, the fever
dream of Dry Heave Earth. Wandering along, half-blind, under the sun and
along the waves, seeking a return to Pangea that will never come.

(A little over 30 miles; pretty much flat and paved)

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For the latest information about each week's ride, join our mailing list:
groups.google.com/group/the-passage-announcements

For more information about past rides, visit our website:
ThePassageRide.com

For miscellaneous images, information, and links, take a look at our tumblog:
thepassageride.tumblr.com

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We must replace travel
as an adjunct to work
with travel as a pleasure.
 


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