It’s so good to be back on the bike again. Breathing hard. Dripping sweat onto the top tube. Seeing the world come up and go by in a blur utterly unlike either walking or driving. (more…)
I, Scott McInnis, have been accused recently of going in and altering my Wikipedia profile. This is a non-issue. If I weren’t running for Governor of Colorado, nobody would have even noticed. I mean, nobody would have even bothered to look and thought that they saw some things that, you know, might not have been actually original thinking. (more…)
I was moving through an aspen jungle. It was a jungle. White columbine and waist-high bluebells hid the ground while a fluttering canopy closed off much of the sky.
Most exotic were the bird songs. Back-and-forth flute-like calls seemed magnified in the super-acoustics of reflecting leaves. What kind of bird were they? And where exactly? I struggled to catch a glimpse of them, but failed. I’d sit still. I’d move. Either way the singers remained camouflaged overhead.
What if, I wondered, I couldn’t see anything? What if, on my walks up the hill, I could only listen? (more…)
(Well, Paul the prognosticating octopus picked Spain to defeat Germany in their semifinal, and he was right. Again! As he has been predicting every Mannshaft match in this World Cup. So, take the following with a grain of. . . sauerkraut.)
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that Germany will win the FIFA World Cup in South Africa. (more…)