We’re a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can’t be outfought
It can’t be outdone
It can’t be outmatched
It can’t be outrun
No!
Tag Archives: life and death
Garmin, you really piss me off at times!
I don’t know why my expectations of you are greater than RunKeeper. Maybe it’s the fact that I doled out $450 for you, compared to zilch for RunKeeper w/ its free service! And, I know I was gonna do an in depth comparison, but at this point, I can’t be bothered. I will say, both are great – most of the time. And, while in the grand scheme of things, improperly measuring distance occasionally ain’t exactly life-and-death. When I approach my 1K marker, and nothing happens … and I continue running, and still nothing?! Garmin’s inaccuracies still piss me off! I know damned well I ran at least 1.08 (maybe 1.1)K before my wrist buzzed. No fucking way I ran 5:08 … was def a 4:40 – 4:45. I said it before, I’ll say it again … all I want is to be credited with what I did. It’s what I deserve. AND, it affected the rest of my run – was playing on my mind the whole time. To be conservatively fair, I know I ran at a 4:47 min/k pace … corrected time would shave a minute off, crediting me with 1:07. Do any of you have the same issues Garmin? Do you care?
today’s 14K … record run too …
when you grab ahold of me, tell me that I’ll never be set free
ain’t got no quarrels with God
ain’t got no time to grow old
Lord knows I’m weak
ain’t got no time to grow old
Lord knows I’m weak
won’t somebody get me off of this reef
but we can get there if we try
it seems there’s something deep inside of you
and I can tell that you’ve been lonely
and you’ve had hard times too
cause we believed for nothing it seems
and now it’s shattered all apart and like a broken heart
it’s the end it’s a start
I don’t wanna talk about that anymore when there’s nothing going on and something should be done
and I wanna live if I have to die
if I have to die if I have to die
what a crazy, fucked up, world we live in
HE WAS ONLY TRYING TO SELL HIS TRUCK?????
… FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!!
Tim Bosma
… only hope Hell’s waiting for ya motherfucker!! Want ya to rot there … FOREVER!!
You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin’ to my alter say life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Dreams like this must die
And a dream like this must die
Dream like this must …
the apple and the tree
Pics, and a little lauding perhaps … maybe faint, but praise nonetheless … and this blog’s the only voice I got, so here I speak. I’ll start with some numbers … January 6, 1935 … 1935 – 2013 = 78 … 39 + 39 = 78 … 49 … 39 + 49 = 88 … 88 – 78 = 10 … yep, ten … now the pics, bunch of oldies and a single goodie …
the apple:
Jan. 5, 2013
the tree:
1952
1952
September 1953, Coeur d’Alene, Idaho
1953 (with ??)
1954, Vancouver, B.C. (with Bill, best friend and cousin)
November 1956, Granville Street, Vancouver, B.C.
February 1957, at home … 16 years later, mere steps from where he stood … he’d draw his last breath.
danistrulytheman 