CORRECTION?

Or would it be an image of my decaying skeleton and the voice of my youth?
I think thats better.

YANKEES VISIT ACCOMPANIED BY SOME VERY OLD PHOTONS

Well mother and Jac came and we had a grand old time. Although at times it was rather stressful trying to cram into 7 days all of the social obligations and geographical interest points laid out upon the proverbial shmorgasboard of activities planned, everything fell into place quite pleasantly. As no surprise, all of my freinds and family here played their roles as welcomers and hosts brilliantly. Together we visited Gaurachico, Puerto de la Cruz, La Ortava, Santa Cruz, La Laguna, Playa de Las Americas, Igueste de San Andrés, Candelaria, Las Teresitas, and of course, El Teide. They stayed at first in a charming and tranquil rural farm house and then at my house. We rescued two adandoned puppies, took in the sun, ate an abnormally large quantity of food, nearly got struck by lightening, and attempted (jac and i), unsuccesfully, to reduce the severity of my mother's emotional kissing outbreaks among my spanish family members and freinds. I already miss them so much.

Coming back home from the airport in the south alone at 2 am (after dropping the girls off), I stopped off the highway at a random exit in the middle of nowhere and looked up at the stars for awhile. What I was thinking about was the significance of the light photons from all of those far away suns reaching my eyes to be processed by my brain in just that instant. I mean to say that those light beams probably began their journey from thier inception point to location 'sam' many years before I was even born. And here I was soaking them up decades- perhaps milleniums- later. So this really screws with my sense of time and action. If the emission of light happened many years ago, but I percieve it as happening only several days ago, then which timeframe do I trust? Does occurence of action have to be measured in time apart from what visual code we receive from the light sent out by said action? In that case, I would be one screwy person to observe from darn far away- You would see my body in it's youth with an over-dub of me babbling away in the voice of old age. This line of thinking holds little importance in your or my everyday life, but the principle must lead to something...?

Algunas veces
me parece extraño:
que una aula y una jaula
no son cosas distintas.

The philosophy I'm taught
is a stringy mess of chewing gum wound 'round my head;
I plan on peeling it off in clumps
to eat it, and survive the digestive track damage,
revealing a clear face not felt since childhood,
remembering to forget,
and sobbing in laughter as god emerges into a vacuum
vacant
of
words...

HAPPENINS

I have not written for awhile now, so sorry about that. Lately there seems to be a lot of disasterous occurences filling the days...I could start out with today, and move backwards, mentioning that Pedro has once again sprianed his ankle very badly and after spending about 3 weeks cast-free from the last time, he returned to the emergency room today to have it re-casted for another month or so. The cast is seconded by the one he has in place on his lower arm for the broken pinky finger. So he's a wreck. Then, speaking of injuries, my knee has not ceased to bother me since the end of February, meaning that I haven't been able to train normally (or at all recently). So my whole world of cycling here, which means so much to me, is blotted out right now by this stupid medial collateral ligament which keeps tearing. I'm going to the doctor next week. Next, Poli (my best pal and bike team president) along with his girlfriend and my pal, Sonia, have been having a rather rough time of it lately. Poli has had to go to Fuerteventura to train for mock-battle's (hes a soldier if you can believe it) two weeks within the last month, has been sick a number of times, lost his Grandfather to Cancer, and, perhaps worst of all, recently had to put down his dog of 15 years due to cancer. Added to that, there were the attacks on the trains in Mardid. All of this in March.

But, you know why 'its all sunshine, its all sunshine, its nothin but sunshine'? My mother (lucy goose) and sis (the poods-meister) arrive on Monday night.....that's only four days away! They'll stay for a week, and we're going to travel all over the island together and enjoy some nice beach time.

Until next time...

REID PETIT

Ree - do Petit,
That's right you said it,
he's the cool - est guy a - round.

YET ANOTHER

Well I don't want to overdue the links issue, but this cannot be resisted. Last week John West introduced me to a website that is simply excellent. I think it might be one of my favorite websites of all time. It is a collection of various essays and stories written by Stanley, who is a person. Not only is the writing extremely lyrical and haunting and inspiring and truthful and everyhing else, but the artwork which it accompanies is from the same family as the cover work for the album Amnesiac by Radiohead. Which fits. Radiohead would be a good soundtrack to this site. Start out with the section entitled 'A Bit Worried'. Enjoy this please.

CHECK OUT ALMOST 70 NEW PHOTOS

Oh yes, you heard right- nearly 70 new photos have been added to my online photo album. That includes design plans for my new 2004 Oncedientes Cycling Team Clothing, a photo or two of Freddy Starr with my host father Antonio in Miami, Plenty of half naked screaming Pedro pictures, and much much more. To give 'er a glance, click on the Sam Starr Online Photo Album link to the left or right here!

NEW LINK AMONG THE RANKS

Another fantastic new link has been added! If you are not familiar with Homestarrunner.com, please immediately find the link (to the left) and give it a big click. Homestarunner is animation genius.

BREAK - THROUGH DEVELOPMENT

I have some very exciting news for you all, which is to say that now you can view pictures through my website! Simply go to my album link here , or on the side bar under the 'links' column! So far I have only three photos, but many more will be coming soon, so keep checking back!

MELAMED GOING DOWN HILL (FAST)

You know, my freinds, I really starting to have my worries about our dear Oberliner Scott. Even the most dull-whitted reader can easily discover the extremely disturbing and appalling allegory to which Scott's recent post alludes to. Titled 'Potent' (appropriately so), it clearly glorifies Scott's new involvement in drug-related activities. Sneakily, he has used code language in a weak attempt to hide the true meaning of this post. If the reader will be so kind as to insert 'marijuana' where now sits the word 'sushi' (sushi, Scott? I mean come on, was that the best you could do?), and 'hashish' where now sits the word 'chocolate', he will see the truth behind this sickening celebratory account of one night's activities with Mr. Cannabis and freinds. I leave the original below unaltered, save for the italicizing of said code words. Comments have been added between brackets [ ] :

Potent

Yesterday Jesse, Mike, Jay and I rolled our own sushi at Asia House. It was great, except there was NO instruction whatsoever, so I rolled mine like a taco. Good thing they had back up sushi for us to enjoy that were already rolled.

Sushi is great. If only it was called squishy instead of sushi, 'cause then I'd laugh when eating it... [Quite frankly Scott, your probably doing quite a bit of that as it is.]

On a different note, to drink with the sushi, they had Hot Chocolate. [This code word is even weaker than the last] I poured myself a cup, sat down and took a sip. Holy god. This was hands down the richest, most cavity-inducing [this wasn't the only thing it induced] hot chocolate ever created by the likes of men. Seriously, it felt like I was drinking a chocolate bar. [Hey, I know how this stuff looks, OK? On the news the police confiscate crates upon crates of the brown little bars everyday from Morocco, so don't get smart.] So I asked what was in it and they said chocolate bars and cream. OH MY GOD. THAT IS NOT HOT CHOCOLATE. [You can say that again] Jesse stuck his fork in and it caked the fork like it was frosting.

And anyway, since when has anyone ever had the urge to drink HOT CHOCOLATE while eating raw fish and seaweed and rice, or any of those things alone? [They usually don't recommend mixing the two, do they, Scott.]

Whatever, the whole experience was great. [I'm sure it was] Now I know how to make potent chocolate.

If this troubling account has worried you, please, act now by sending Scott a message of support, and save our dear freind before he gets into the 'Pixie Sticks', 'Advil Gel Tablets', or 'Black Molasses'. That's right, Scott - I'm on the lookout now.

NEW TENERIFE CYCLING SITE : CHECK IT OUT!

Here Here you go (catch that Radio K styling there?): www.tenerifeciclismo.com

It's still in the early stages, but keep checking back for updates!

I just made a chilling discovery regarding Big Brother's monitoring activities of this very website. If you direct your view up to the top of this window, you will see the advertisement banner for blogger.com, the website which gives me the space for my blog and pays for it with the advertising money they earn from said banner. Now, dierct your attention to what items are there being advertised! Is it not strange that the theme of advertisement and the subject matter of my past several posts are one in the same!?? At least while writing this little diddy right here, the ads are for hostels in Spain!!!

So, this can only bring us to one conclusion, which is that the CIA is decoding my posts, looking for links to the Basque Separatist Terrorist Party while simultaneously earning money by reporting day by day my subject matter to advertising agencies, who assume that you poor souls who actually read this stuff will necessarily direct their consumer interests towards merchandise or services related to the deep issues I ponder daily. You have to look out for these things.