The drink will flow and blood will spill

Sorry it’s been so quiet around here. Summer’s almost here, the boys are back in town, and they’ve been asking if you were around; how you was, where you could be found.

Damn, what ever happened to Thin Lizzy?

At any rate, in addition to finally committing my thoughts and feelings about the naked bike ride to words, I also have a post in me about where and how our democracy is failing. Several things I’ve come across lately, from an advice columnist writing about workplace issues (just click through the ad – it won’t kill you), to a conversation with Tracy’s mom about the local Del Monte raids, to the drywaller’s strike, to my own union, have been leading me to finally see something that’s been there all along. And it’s not pretty. But it might take a long post to collect all my thoughts. That post is coming. Consider this a bookmark.

I’m a thinker, that’s for sure. I’ve also been involving myself in the physical, though. Meeting my youngest nephew for a movie tonight after work (he asked me to see Rise of the Silver Surfer). Got a 5K race on Mt. Tabor on Saturday, and instead of getting a FlexCar I’m going to bike there and back again. Father’s Day brunch Sunday morning (again, biking to and from), and I talked my sister into getting an ice cream cake from . And I’m trying to arrange two dates this weekend (yes, two different girls, why do you ask?)

So forgive me if I’m not ready to spend time documenting. Too busy living. 🙂