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We Be, Merry Monks (?)

4:10 pm in Opinion, Ride On! (General Blotter) by vagoscribe

it’s raining and cold and
i’m content to not be 
occupying anything other
than my own mind
which is likely less
organized than a city 
park with tents and 
drum circles and ipads
 
i have an 800 credit rating
and school loans greater
than fifty K and a house
valued a smidgen or two
greater than said loans by
the tax collectors, and i can
go ride a bike after driving
some hours to the trail head
 
the rain falls in a mist, the
skies are somber grey with
no light of white-ness, just
the drab distorted kind that
filters through seemingly
miles of thick clouds that
hang in every direction, 
yes, north south east west
 

A Break from the Pedals

7:38 pm in Opinion, Ride On! (General Blotter) by vagoscribe

The air is pregnant with humidity.  A Cabecar woman stands before me, head down, likely suspicious of why we are here.  A pile of organically-grown green bananas lays at her feet.  She tells us that she gets US $0.10 per kilo (2.2 lbs) of bananas when she sells them to middleman, her only current option, that comes on Mondays to the rise in the dirt road that sits a ten minute walk from where we parked.

We learn that her bananas go to Gerber, and are processed into organic baby food.

Her machete rests in the ground next to the bananas that she has cut from the trees on her farm.  Mosquitoes bite me and her.  We swat them away.

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Paying to Play

8:01 pm in Opinion, Ride On! (General Blotter) by vagoscribe

Emergency is upon us.  Oil reserves have been tapped so that we are able to save some cash here, tricking us into spending some greenbacks there.  We open our wallets to find the same amount missing, bills not folded where air fills the void.  It’s the same difference, the paycheck amount never increasing, and the total paychecks handed out not increasing either.

It’s Obama’s fault.  It’s Bush’s fault.  It’s Clinton’s fault.  It’s Bush’s fault. It’s Reagan’s fault.

It’s your fault. It’s my fault.  We want more for less.  To get that, we have to pay.  Some of us end up paying more than others:

Land Mine Victim after playing with a “toy” he found, Denan, Ethiopia (formerly Somalia)

We put toys on and in our vehicles so that we can go out and enjoy a few hours of leisure time, burning irreplaceable fuels to arrive at the starting line so that we can compete against each other, some coming out winners and losers.  Or, we go to get away from our home lives and the office grind.  Maybe we do it to be healthy, to be out in nature, to connect with an inner something that we recognize as something bigger than ourselves but are not able to understand.  Perhaps it brings us an endorphin rush that has us feeling high.

Paying to Play

My costs will continue to be lower than those of other people.  I will continue to play, adding to their costs.  It’s my fault too.