Drift Poem

The first set of feet to walk past me are slow and precise. They are almost lost in the air altogether. A motorcycle slowly, yet demandingly, roars into focus, then fades back into oblivion. The dog’s paws scratch at the ground like an anxious sandpaper. Birds call to one another in the distance. Now the dog walker and friend walks past me. The words said to one another are feint and almost meaningless. The last set of feet are fast and obnoxious, calling attention to them.

Drift Recordings

Street Music : Sunday, March 6th - 3:30 pm

Oakland & Kenwood

01:03

Sewer Grate : Sunday, March 6th - 5:30 pm

Center & Booth

00:50

Running: Friday, March 11th - 11:00 am

Locust & Humbolt

01:01

Drift Strategy

My drift strategy for the next assignment requires a six sided die. I will start at the Union entrance on Kenwood and head west. After every second stop light I will roll the die. If I get a 1 or a 6, I will continue moving forward; If I roll a 2 or a 3 I will turn left; And if I roll a 4 or a 5 I will turn right. This will take the choice away from me, and possibly even take me in a circle around the same block.