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About james

hoyden will follow the free tendencies of desire hoyden is a pill dropped in a glass of water hoyden is an illusion on a surface of memory hoyden is a finger resting on the controls of a broken machine hoyden turns as she pleases toward all horizons hoyden is perfect sadism, at least as a method hoyden is a beautiful chimera hoyden crouches to intercept shadows hoyden is not in the habit of saluting the dead hoyden will always find buyers hoyden is at most a thinking reed hoyden writes sad and ardent love letters hoyden is a door someone opened hoyden is a dark intention hoyden never waits for itself hoyden leaves an exquisite corpse

spacing out

Yesterday, I was riding with a couple of friends. I was leading the way home on the highway and zoned out for a few minutes. It had been an early morning and I was a little tired. I wasn’t really thinking about much of anything, and I wasn’t paying as much attention to the road as I should have been.

We were behind a van, not tail-gating, but following in the middle lane. I’d seen a little white older sedan in front of the van when we changed lanes, but I couldn’t see it from my current vantage point.

All of a sudden the van started to fish tail. There was some paper or something in the air, I think having come from the white sedan. In order to avoid a potential accident in front of me, I flapped my arm down and up to indicate to my two followers to slow down and then I changed lanes to the empty right lane.

There was no accident and the van quickly regained control, but it was a little wake-up call. I realized that I hadn’t been fully present. I usually don’t sit behind larger vehicles because I dislike not being able to see what is going on down the road. Perhaps if I had been more aware earlier, I would have had us change lanes sooner for better look-far viewing of the highway in front of us.

It wasn’t even a close-call, but it was noticeable to me. Later, one of my following motorcyclists asked me, “What was up with that van? I’ll bet the driver was looking for something under his seat….” Yeah, what a jerk-face. But that didn’t stop me from knowing that if I’d been more on the ball, perhaps she wouldn’t have asked that question because the van wouldn’t have been an issue to us.

Dad’s Christmas Story

My dad had a radio show for many years at WTBQ radio station in upstate New York. He would send me his transcripts in email and I saved them. My plan was to edit them and create a book for him. This turned out to be a larger project than I could handle. After he died in 2006, I was able to hire professional editors to edit the transcripts and I put together a book. I also put the writings online here.

While my dad was at WTBQ they recorded “A Hometown Christmas” show and they play it each year for the holidays.

Here is my dad’s piece:

wiring

I am not a fan of wiring. I greatly enjoy soldering, I like electrical tape, and have a little fascination with multi-meters, but I am missing one essential ingredient that is necessary to work with wiring issues: Patience.

I lack patience. I get frustrated and tunnel vision sets in. I lose the ability to logic out problems and my thought processes go fuzzy.

Hm.

Perhaps one of these days I’ll cultivate some way to quiet my head and focus on the wires and the flow of electricity moving through them. It’s either that, or I will have to install pedals on my spikey bike and duct tape a Maglite to the forks.