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I SPRINT, THEREFORE I AM – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. February 14, 2015. I SPRINT, THEREFORE I AM. He was decidedly old-school: pilling half-shorts, eighties-era jersey, no helmet. His shoes were black and ancient. His hair was straight and shoulder length, the color of wet beach sand. As his. Of hair moved in the wind, he transformed into a beatific surfer from a John Severson movie. His only nod to modernity was a carbon-framed bike. Are you serious, man? 8212; and said nothing. For the next three-quarters of a mile he sat there, never dr...

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The Soloist – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. April 27, 2015. The isolation found within a solo ride is a palpable acknowledgement of existence and consciousness. It is a synthesis of sights, sounds, and sensations experienced over a period of time. Awareness and contemplation become riding partners, unobtrusive yet genial companions. There is space and time to acknowledge and wonder where the hell that caterpillar is going, and does it really think it can cross two lanes of traffic safely? And will it all be worth it in the end?

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Trainer Dairies: A Short Adventure – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. February 9, 2014. Trainer Dairies: A Short Adventure. Perhaps. I’ll decide en route. Buoyant, my cadence naturally quickens. I drop my head, close my eyes, and travel afar. When I look up, expectantly, my reverie fractures into desiccated shards of ashen hopefulness, subsumed by the concreteness of reality. The spell has been broken. I look around to assess my whereabouts and calculate the passage of time. Not only do I remain earthbound, tattooed to a tattered. On More or Less.

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More or Less – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. January 12, 2015. It is official. We’ve bravely crossed over the threshold, bridged the void, survived another holiday season. 2014 is behind us now, reformed into lists, talking points, and historical references. We have safely arrived and firmly planted ourselves in 2015. Or have we? Courage, mes amis. With the new year firmly under our feet (perhaps not firmly, but there nonetheless), and a suitable fire kindled in the belly, I will start my transformation by posting some entries or s...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. January 1, 2014. So here we are, at the portal to the future, standing on the liminal of intent with purpose and courage. What’s next? One never truly knows. But for now, today, we hope, we dream, we plan, we aspire. What better day, then, for me to return to the keyboard after a vapid creative sabbatical devoid of meaningful inspiration, an extended period with few visits from the muse? Happy New Year, everyone! Let’s surprise ourselves this year, shall we? Subscribe to Blog via Email.

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Tough Love: A Visitation – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. January 8, 2014. Tough Love: A Visitation. We were sitting together quietly, cup of tea in hand, when she called me out. Her words were measured and direct, yet carried a weighted gentleness which somehow softened the attendant blow. Clearly she had given it some thought. It’s time you got back to work, made some new art. For once, I was speechless. I (briefly) consider telling her that I was in a state of suspended creative regeneration. No. Q365 Cycling Apparel: A Studied Assessment.

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Colorfield Ode, Black and White – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. June 12, 2014. Colorfield Ode, Black and White. Undulating fields of ranunculus. Wave as I pass by, resplendent. In my strip of black and white,. Aberration to the belted galloway. And aberdeen, quizzical eyes. Demand; am I one of them,. Sprung from the noxious sea. Of scribbled yellow,. Pure color smeared atop. Herbaceous exclamation points,. A seasonal insult to the bovine spirit,. Underscored by the freedom. I convey floating atop a glassine. Surface of blue-grey tarmac,. Your email a...

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A November Hue – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. January 28, 2015. Long my route, the river reflects the apathy of the sky, turning itself into an otherworldly, parallel ribbon of liquid insipidity. On certain hills, there are times when the tarmac, faded from the rigors of winters’ past, seems to join the sky. In the vacuüm of solitude, a song plays in my head. I am grateful for the emptiness and the fleeting moments of associative thinking. Q365 Cycling Apparel: A Studied Assessment. Subscribe to Blog via Email. On More or Less.

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The Nemesis – The Cotto Aesthete

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Style Art. Ride. April 6, 2015. They seemed to say,. We did our best and deserve better, but we got you. So why, then, after a childhood of parental torture and personal anguish, do we pick up the generational mantle and continue to shame ourselves and our kids with the same worn-out, ridiculous claptrap of comparative nonsense couched in the tiresome guise of motivational stimuli? The achievements of my child are a direct reflection on me. Was the trite mantra of the. When I got older and more competiti...