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Tuesday, August 3 1999
I rode the long way to work today. It was cool and not as humid as it has been for a while. I wandered east through the residential areas till I hit the industrial parks west of Oracle. I was thinking that I need a little recorder so I can keep track of the roads I ride on. It would be fun to try to ride on all of them. That would be a lot. A whole lot. Sometimes I wonder if I'm weird, real weird. Well, not too weird when I think about some of the things that people collect. I collect nice intangible things. Most people collect strange tangible things that they either have to keep locked up at great expense or put on shelves and then have to dust them. Collecting more things to dust is good? I used to collect books but I've traded most of them in now. I have some old favorites but I don't buy that many books anymore. Magazines are more of a temptation, but even those I buy less of and only have a few subscriptions now. I still have a weakness for finding the perfect backpack. I can't buy too many because a lot of the ones I like cost too much to allow myself to get carried away. Lately I've also been trying to find the perfect sock. When you walk as much as I do this is important. I notice that I seem to go more for practical types of things. Some people want own the perfect sculpture or listen to the perfect symphony. I want the perfect sock and the perfect backpack. This is strange as I am a romantic. I think life is full of wonder and interest and sorrow and lost hopes, but I just want a really good sock. I also collect information on places I've traveled to or places I would like to travel to, but this is more an accretion of information than a true collection. My favorite collections are intangible. I collect highways I've traveled on and counties and states I've traveled in. I also collect bus stations and am trying to get pictures of as many as I can. The only thing strange about all this is that I don't have them on a shelf but on a webpage. Collecting streets I've walked or biked on in Tucson may be strange but no stranger than other things that I and other people collect. It would be a neverending collection the way Tucson is growing.
Biked - 10 miles
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