The weather was nice this morning and I began to daydream things on my way to work on the bike. It's about a half hour ride so I have lots of time to think. I wondered how far you could get on a bike in a week. I've done a 50 mile day several times, so that's pretty reasonable. That gives you time to stop and have meals and to smell an occasional rose, or even browse a bookstore. So a two week trip, say would mean maybe a 600-700 mile trip. Where would that get you? Maybe LA to San Francisco? These days you could carry a iphone or something like it and do a blog and take photos and upload them to the blog and interview people and do a mini modern age Huell Howser.
The other thought at the end of the day, was to start a correspondence with someone like Silvers above with the New York Review of Books about why they do not review self-published books, ever. We know why of course, there's no money in that. I looked him up tonight and realized the guy is 80 and probably thinks he's doing mankind a great service and we always need one more review of a new edition of Van Gogh's letters and a review of a very popular movie like Avatar, as opposed to finding the geniuses out there that can't get in and all those little films in the world that never get seen. He's had his.
So both endeavors are worthwhile projects although writing my bike to San Francisco seems a lot more probable than getting this fat old dude to answer a letter.
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