Ken Eucker

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Innovator, artist, writer, developer, PDX. I like to travel, cook, ride my bike, and make art.

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Finally got a replacement seatpost after breaking it last June and celebrated with a little art project. I'd had this idea to add letters and gold glitter to these wheels and I'm super happy with how it turned out! Can't wait to ride this bike more coming in the spring! #cervelo #rideyerbike #art #custom #pdx
Februarys of yesteryear. @dan_the_poolman #throwback #bikes #graffiti #rideyerbike #errolheights
🌹 Rose🌹 City 🌹 Vibes 🌹#pdx #rose #rosecity #rctid #bikelife #rideyerbike #pdxtweedride
#portland: this location is #underconstruction #gentrification
Most people in my life, past and present, have had negative interactions with me and would consider me not a nice person. I think it's obvious that I do try to be kind and can have my moments of being a nice person but lately I've felt consumed by pain and anger. While many people have seen me behave in an offensive manner, not many have ever sought to understand why. 
Out of the friends I still have and the two family members left that I talk to a couple times a year, only a few people even know my background and have the given context to have an understanding of why my perspective is the way that it is. Most people I meet and get to know only listen to me for a short period of time before narrowing in on my perspective and telling me all the ways that I should be able to change my perspective.

After a decade of therapy and constant inner reflection and focus on growth I feel defeated in my efforts to change direction in life. I, too, find myself frustrated by my perspective. I also find myself incapable of changing my perspective and that has me at war with myself for the will to progress and continue on the path to who I want to be. 
Changing oneself and continuing to grow are worthy efforts, but no amount of individual progress will change the environments we find ourselves in -- without complete abandonment. 
Today, I choose to respond with the one thing that has caused me so much personal pain in my life: I choose to abandon me. Like my father before me, and my mother long ago, I'll simply abandon the effort of me as I find it to not be self serving or particularly rewarding.
Someone handed me this at the march today. This is a reminder I need to be showing myself daily. 💜💚💛🧡❤️
I'm drinking the kool-aid and all that, but I'm not sure I totally agree with this statement. Oh well, take the advice of your heroes and role models and run with it... “Work like hell. I mean you just have to put in 80 to 100 hour weeks every week. [This] improves the odds of success. If other people are putting in 40 hour work weeks and you’re putting in 100 hour work weeks, then even if you’re doing the same thing you know that… you will achieve in 4 months what it takes them a year to achieve.”
New perspective, more lighting, new year, more future. #stjohns#pdx #2018
Good riddance, 2017. It was a year for last's. And apparently a whole lot of biking. 4 of these photos were taken by @no.lens.cap #newbikes #groupbikeride #commutebikride #festivalbikeride #dragracebikeride #bestnine2017
It's been quite the year of code for me. I'd started the year attempting a "work for free" endeavor and was seeking out projects that I could work on and deliver within a month, to those who had simple web needs and little means, hoping to build 12 new websites this year. I had 9 opportunities come my way and I took on 6 of them, completing 5 and delivering 3. It was a lesson in just how little people will appreciate something that they receive for free these days, and just how much people will take from someone if given the chance. 2017 has definitely been illuminating into the mechanics of modern life and how society evolves, or rather devolves. With 1,161 bodies of code written this year I can say that I did my part to offer what I could to our collective singularity. And I, for one, welcome our new machine overlords - they cannot be worse than the humanity we currently have -- or lack thereof.
Caught the last rays of sunshine over at the bluffs today on my way up North. My ride home is two miles longer than it was just a month ago, so taking breaks along the way night be more frequent. I like the route home so far and I imagine it will be much nicer in the summer.
I feel restless in this cold, staring out into the bustling of the world spinning on, seeing the trees differently at this height -- at this age of being.

I came to be in a world
where no man will teach another man 
to fish, because we all buy our
fish at the supermarket,
While our women are out on the boats