My sexy Panaracers were looking weary and scarred. Two years of assault by the thorns of New Mexico and the unpaved roads of Cortes Island meant the time had come to get me some new rubber. Horny Gord at my bike shop recommended a pair of light and sturdy Continental Touring Plus tires. “They’re a …
Abandon hope
Sitting on the cushion, facing the wall. Eight hrs a day for the past four days. I notice that my facial muscles are clenched: tightness at the back of my jaw, tension around my eyes. Try to call up the slight buddha-like smile, thinking it might melt the furrow between my brows. Open mouth wide, …
Hot hot hot!
My themostat is completely on the fritz. I honestly have no idea any more if it is hot or cold, or just my hormones messing with me again. I sleep with a bath towel and an extra blanket by my bed. I keep the window open so the dry desert night air cools the room. …
My name is Roshin
My name is Roshin: Dew Drop Mind. This name was bestowed on me today by Roshi Joan in jukai, and it is absolutely my name. It fits just right. ‘Carmen’ is a name for spanish dancers and vamps, porn stars, video-game characters and drag queens. I’ve been wearing that handle my whole life, and it …
In defense of my species
Hello dear Bicycle Buddhistas – apologies for my sparseness in posting over the past few months. Simply being at Upaya, plus preparing for jukai, has been mopping up all my “free” time. I vow to get back to semi-regular blogging soon. But for the moment, here’s a piece i wrote for a nifty project called …