Quoting Foucault
I write a book only because I still don’t know what to think about this thing I want so much to think about, so that the book transforms me and transforms what I think. – Michel Foucault
Archive of posts filed under the mind category.
The socioeconomics of jogging
The reflection of socioeconomics in Strava’s running heat map for my town is striking. It’s sort of Tiebout sorting?
Tacos and a bike helmet
The “plate of food with a bike helmet” is my favorite genre of Strava photo.
Rothko at the LA County
A friend visiting New York, knowing of my fascination with Mark Rothko, texted me a picture of one of his paintings (in MOMA or someplace?). This led to a conversation with my wife, Lissa, who reminded me that she and I, years before we knew one another, had both been to see the 1979 retrospective …
Entropy and the modern automobile
Soto Avenue in Albuquerque’s Old Town Neighborhood is more “alley” than “avenue”. It’s one of our bicycling work-arounds for the unrideable stretch of Central Avenue – old Route 66 – on the east side of the Rio Grande in Albuquerque. I ducked down Soto this morning at the tail end of a wandery bike ride. …
Always check the gate. It might be unlocked and lead somewhere interesting!
In our years of urban exploring of Albuquerque on our bicycles, my collaborator and I have learned a number of guiding principles that I realized might be worth sharing. The realization came at this gate, which of course I checked to see if it was locked. It wasn’t, which led to the discovery of a …
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The Magic of Alleys
The secret corridor proves an amazing fast shortcut to any explorer determined to brush aside low-hanging branches and to risk broken glass and rusted wire. And it offers the probing and poking explorer another view of the chrome-and-glitter commercial strip, even of the regional mall, for it makes clear the stealth with which change comes. …
Stop For Horses In Underpants
Seen on the morning bike ride.
The White Trains
Out on my bike exploring this morning, I climbed a hill to find these old abandoned railroad tracks built for what they called the “White Trains,” which carried nuclear weapons to and from Kirtland Air Force Base outside Albuquerque, New Mexico. It wasn’t a surprise. I knew roughly where they were, having stumbled on a …
The Mystery of the Chinese Junk
With the book manuscript handed off to University of New Mexico Press, and fall semester (and grading) done, I’m taking some time off. CRWUA, or not I’m skipping CRWUA this year. Y’all seem to be doing fine right now on Colorado River stuff, and to the extent you’re not, I don’t feel like I’ve got …