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The End of Year Tote Bags

Made of fabrics that were left from other projects… Many odd shapes that I cut and put together in a mosaic… The interfacing layer that makes the sides more rigid also adds to the solidity of the mosaic (considering also that those are different fabric types). This was a fun project! Both bags have a stiffer bottom made of the twill fabric with a thick canvas. The same twill fabric is used for the lining (inside the bag, and inside each pocket), and the handles (sewn around layers of canvas or other hard material).

my bike will be for sale soon

1999 LeMond Zurich, has a great history of riding several centuries like El Tour de Tucson and others with Team in Training. The original wheels (Rolf Vector Pro) were retired and replaced by the more supple and durable Mavic. The original computer, a Shimano FlightDeck, still has a running battery, but the Shimano Ultegra brake/shifter were replaced and the new model didn’t support it any more. The original stem was recalled and replaced by a sturdier one. I still have the owner’s manual, and Look pedals (not Cleo). It’s a 55cm. Steel frame, carbon fork, Shimano Ultegra 3×9, maintained attentively through the years. Extra new tire can be used to rotate the current one from the back to the front! You can get the Look pedals and the cleats are new. The original seat (Selle San Marco) was not so great and was replaced by a Serfas. This has been my greatest bike, and still a great pleasure to ride even compared to more modern ones. I don’t ride any more, and the racing position …

My Words / Mes Mots

My Words My words are like autumn leaves They follow the wind And seize a last ray from the sun To gather in my garden. Do I burn them? Or Let them work their seasonal way Into the ground, composting, Fertilizing my thoughts, Retiring in wintry silence? The sprouts of spring In my garden, announce Flowers, birds, and bees Words reworded Lines rewritten Paraphrased and edited And I hear, I listen to The rebirth of poetry. My words are like the summer leaves Invincible, solidly attached Basking in the sun Washing in the mist Dancing with the hummingbird: They have life! They aspire to be read, To be the voices in the head The sticky notes on a door That give you pleasure. I give you my words: They are to be planted In your garden. Mes Mots Mes mots sont comme les feuilles de l’automne Qui suivent le vent En recevant un dernier rayon du soleil Avant de tomber dans mon jardin. Dois-je les brûler, Ou Les laisser faire leur travail saisonnier Se décomposant …

Mixed Signals

It was just to be a photo of the multiple antenna dishes, with the prominent one looking, maybe at a different satellite, but then something happened: a bird on the only one that isn’t gray, leading to the tree in the background (it’s a redwood tree, and the shingles on the building seem to be redwood), and then the image in the window seems to be receiving all the signals and making a distorted image.  

NaBloPoMo, litbazaar, and a novella in blog format…

I’m going to try this: write the novella in blog form. I have already written four drafts of “a novel” to figure out that I don’t produce enough words to fill enough pages to have value for book publishers in the traditional way. It’s November, nanowrimo month, and I already know that I don’t have it in me to fill the 50,000 words target. On the other hand, the people at WordPress just sent news about NaBloPoMo, and that sounds more like the kind of challenge I would like: write a blog post every day of November. It constitutes an even better challenge in that the style is going to be different: first of all, the length of each post is going to be such that you can read it on your commute (if you commute by public transportation, of course) or during your coffee break (or cigarette break, if anyone still does that). And the other thing that the blog form imposes: it will be first-person narration from the point of view of the …