The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #304: Forty-Two
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.
On the sixth 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.
- Maybe some distance;maybe some hills
- Victory donuts!
***NOTE: We are bowling a the end of the ride this week; bring a lock and some bowling funds if you'd like to
The Passage is six years old today! Six years and a day, technically, but we can hardly be faulted for waiting
to celebrate, can we?
While in human years we may only be six, in dog years, we are 42, an age of some numerological
significance, if you are a dog and/or a hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional being. And though we are neither
dogs nor hyper-intelligent pan-dimensional beings, that seems like a pretty good number to us. Besides, what
with four plus two being six anyway, well, we're just going to run with it and call this our forty-second birthday,
okay? It's as appropriately arbitrary as the next thing.
Is this the ride where we drag you into some kind of pop-psychological midlife crisis, where we all buy fancy
cars or go skydiving or get plastic surgery? Of course not; those things would make for a terrible bike ride
(except maybe the skydiving; that could be fun).
At 42, there's little point in a bike ride suddenly starting to worry about its legacy or reclaim its youth. The
Passage may reach some level of enduring fame or influence, but in the long run we'll most likely achieve, at
best, a kind of incidental, Seetharaman Narayanan-like fame: respected for our work, sure, but recognized
mainly by virtue of having an unusually long name that appears with some frequency on people's computer
screens. And that's fine!
As a weekly bike ride, we can neatly avoid the navel-gazing pitfalls of middle age, wondering whether we
should have chosen a different path. This is because we have chosen to take all the paths - not all at once,
mind you, but in time, in time...
This week, in honor of our birthday, we will take exactly 42 paths (actually some combination of roads, paths
and stairways). And then, after the 42 paths: 39 Lanes! That is so say that we are going bowling, just like we
used to do back when we were spry one-year olds. So fine, maybe we're trying to reclaim our youth, just a
The ride ends at Shatto 39 Lanes, just around the corner from the donut shop at 4th/Vermont. Bring a lock and
cash/credit card for that part!
(under 20 miles; some small hills here and there)
Talk, talk, talk...
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The hacienda must be built.