ANDRE ANDRE ANDRE
A text message Wednesday night from Ben saying: I’m thinking about riding my bike up to Henry Coe tomorrow night and sleep under the stars…You guys up for it? The answer is always gonna be yes because what’s better than bikes, friends, burritos, brown drinks and an off the charts sunset?
I spy a bottle of Old Rasputin.
EXETER, ENGLAND - SEPTEMBER 11: Michal Kwiatkowski of Poland and Omega Pharm QuickStep celebrates retaining the overall points leader’s jersey following Stage Five of the 2014 Tour of Britain from Exmouth to Exeter on September 11, 2014 in Exeter, England. (Photo by Dan Mullan/Getty Images) (via Cycling Photos)
Il fascino del #vintage . #pinarello #campagnolo #pantografata . http://www.dafnefixed.com
Hnnng, that pantographed tricolore on the shifters.
I was just introduced to this incredible Twitter account
I’m suddenly reminded of the oil painting my friend commissioned for me of a young Søren Kierkegaard as a magical girl.
I like to think this painting and that Twitter account are windows into the same alternative reality.
this is pure gold
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”
I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.
FOTOGRAPHIA DE LA VUELTA: STAGE 19 - Pt.1
Hansen’s heroics win the day, foiling the sprinters in the finale, attacking to win alone in Cangas do Morrazo.
The Australian strongman is rewarded for his guile and guts, riding to his second grand tour stage win in the Vuelta’s stage 19
#Vuelta #Vuelta2014 #LaVuelta #LaVuelta2014 #VueltaEspana #VueltaEspana2014