Adventures in teaching,
riddles & conundrums;
essays like curiosity,
stories as photos & vitality art;
getting lost &
I’m Andrew Titus.
I love this story and don’t really care if it’s not true. In Plum Village, apparently one of Thich Naht Hanh’s favourite funny tricks was to walk up behind someone who was washing the dishes…
I’m with Brad Warner on this one: Buddhism isn’t a religion, it’s a philosophy of action. Religions are filled with musts and gods, they…
There comes a point in every ride, no matter the length or strength, when the numbers fall away and it’s just me and the trees and…
I can admit this, I guess: I tried to ignore what happened this past weekend, tried to be all cool and aloof from the…
In 1991, when I was 21, after thrashing around in the woods of Marysville and Fredericton Junction for years riding whatever bike was going,…
I’ve spent a lot of time in the basement this winter and spring; tinkering, one might say, micro-adjusting, putting an almost insatiable curiosity to…
In this space I’ll be letting people have their say about the bike they ride — why they love it, maybe some myth, maybe just a lot of gushing. And who knows, maybe we’ll all learn a little about our humanity. Maybe, in our relationship to this most simple, elegant, and powerful of artful machines we will see something of ourselves rarely acknowledged otherwise.
“I used to go to the gym and run and, well (shrug) now this is just what it is”.
“…they moved from Sweden, “in true Ikea fashion it came in a flat box”, he dug the colour because his folks had a Saab the same mocha shade when he was a kid.”
“…it whispers that it’s someone’s commute, that it sees regular trips to the grocery store and market, that while it is often left alone it is never lonely, knowing full well that the rider is close, coming back.”
In grade 4, M moved here from Saudi Arabia. His dad bought him a bike when he got here, but the brake didn’t work so well.