And I must commend Victoria Pendleton for her success. I can think of no athlete this quad who deserved it more.
Victoria...
the Queen...
small machines wander the halls of my reality...
heroine's on wheels...
the steam is beginning to fill the room...
only the Colonel's Seven-Jewel Rotating Cavalry can save the day...
8 months without a friggin' cigarette!
Hear me, oh doubters; I will not be assimilated!
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A Bicycle Zen Proverb
A Zen teacher saw five of his students returning from the market, riding their bicycles. When they arrived at the monastery and had dismounted, the teacher asked the students, "Why are you riding your bicycles?"
The first student replied, "The bicycle is carrying the sack of potatoes. I am glad that I do not have to carry them on my back!" The teacher praised the first student, "You are a smart boy! When you grow old, you will not walk hunched over like I do."
The second student replied, "I love to watch the trees and fields pass by as I roll down the path!" The teacher commended the second student, "Your eyes are open, and you see the world."
The third student replied, "When I ride my bicycle, I am content to chant nam myoho renge kyo." The teacher gave praise to the third student, "Your mind will roll with the ease of a newly trued wheel."
The fourth student replied, "Riding my bicycle, I live in harmony with all sentient beings." The teacher was pleased, and said to the fourth student, "You are riding on the golden path of non-harming."
The fifth student replied, "I ride my bicycle to ride my bicycle." The teacher sat at the feet of the fifth student and said, "Ahh.... I am your student!"
1 comment:
Way to go, man. Be proud! Soon you'll stop counting the time and then you'll forget you ever smoked. Not deliberately; it just happens. That's when you know it's truly over.
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