Author Archives: canoelover

Hello, my name is Darren, and I’m a laceaholic.  I guess the first step is to admit you have a problem. The problem I have is that I don’t have enough frames ready for lacing. Lace in the summer when … Continue reading →

It has been a helluva day. Nothing horrible happened, but it was one of those days that just ground away at me. It happens. Pecked to death by ducks seems to be an appropriate metaphor. I just felt raw. When … Continue reading →

I’m sitting in our teardrop camper in the middle of a muddy field that is masquerading as a campground.  The downpour of a few hours ago didn’t help, and both the camper and truck are covered in splatters of a … Continue reading →

As I wrote this a few years ago, I was sitting against a stone wall in Mineral Point, Wisconsin. It seemed a nice thing to post on Easter.  -DB _________________________________ Laudato sie, mi Signore cum tucte le tue creature, spetialmente … Continue reading →

I’m sitting in the United Club, ensconced in a comfy chair with two outlets, one for each electronic device that accompanies me on my business trips. I’m off to DC for a board meeting, just an overnighter, so I’m traveling … Continue reading →

 6:00 AM flights test the ability of the most zealous Buddhist to maintain a semblance of neutrality.  No one wants to be there; most everyone on that flight would rather take the 8:10 AM flight.  But that flight usually costs … Continue reading →

I have a couple of projects sitting on the back burner.  Recently I felt like moving one to the front burner would be helpful.  I am designing a new paddle from a friend’s paddle company.  We’ve been talking about it … Continue reading →

“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.” – Plato “If you receive the world, the Tao will never leave you,  and you will be like a little child. The greatest … Continue reading →

Dear Amy, Yes, I was researching for a Brooks Saddle for my new Trek 520, and I know that you know everything I type in my browser.  The All-Seeing Eye, y’know.  Annuit Coeptis and all that.  If you were a … Continue reading →

…but I am not altogether living…hydrocodone makes me sick but allows me to function why that stupid nerve that comes out of my neck and down my back and through my triceps has its way with me. That said, life … Continue reading →