I was biking down Washington Ave. yesterday and stopped at a red light when a couple passed me walking their Basset Hound. A crazy homeless woman I have seen around often was walking close behind them, and she yelled out, "That is one FAT wiener dog!"
I cracked up.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
My Stupid Barbie Bike
Jeremey and I taped my bike's handlebars today. I suppose the good news is that no self-respecting male will ever risk stealing this. The bad news is that that's because it looks like a Barbie bike:
The handle bar tape that described itself as "burgundy" came out more as a fuchsia, leaving my bike frightningly remniscent of a Kaboodle I owned in second grade. This is what I get buying color-specific things off the internet. The worst part is that this is vintage Benotto handlebar tape, shipped to me from England, and I love it....so I think I'm going to paint the body of my bike a darker color so the handlebars stand out more.
Why is this thing that began simply as a mode of transportation becoming so much like my pet? All these mechanical parts have become so dear. It is strange.
The handle bar tape that described itself as "burgundy" came out more as a fuchsia, leaving my bike frightningly remniscent of a Kaboodle I owned in second grade. This is what I get buying color-specific things off the internet. The worst part is that this is vintage Benotto handlebar tape, shipped to me from England, and I love it....so I think I'm going to paint the body of my bike a darker color so the handlebars stand out more.Why is this thing that began simply as a mode of transportation becoming so much like my pet? All these mechanical parts have become so dear. It is strange.
It is Ninty Degrees Today
It is sunny, cloudless, and hot. Biking feels nice, but once you get off and the breeze stops the heat falls on you - your face is wet, your clothes stick.
I ran into my friend Kirk outside the post office today around 2 p.m. Still cloudless, maybe a storm a couple miles off, but the clouds aren't close. I hugged him, his dress shirt was sweaty, a huge dark blue spot had formed on his back.
"Where are you walking? Do you want a ride?"
He was smiling, and he didn't stop smiling.
"To Normaltown, that Mexican Grocers," he said. "They have cheap ice cream."
Normaltown was at least a two mile walk, especially if he began on campus. He had probably already walked past two or three ice cream vendors, and would pass two more before he got there.
"It's a nice day, you know?" He was almost panting.
"My car is right here. And I live right near there, you know," I said. I did not understand why he did not want a ride; I do not understand why he did not want a ride.
"I'll walk," he said, still smiling (though I cannot attribute his half-crazed expression to the heat - he seems to wear it always).
I got into my car and watched him continue walking. It would be almost an hour long walk, and another back. This was half an hour ago. The temperature still reads 90, Kirk's blue dress shirt is probably drenched by this time.
Every so often I am reminded that human beings possess the ability to perform completely irrational tasks, just for the sake of reminding ourselves that we can. It is a somewhat comforting thought.
I ran into my friend Kirk outside the post office today around 2 p.m. Still cloudless, maybe a storm a couple miles off, but the clouds aren't close. I hugged him, his dress shirt was sweaty, a huge dark blue spot had formed on his back.
"Where are you walking? Do you want a ride?"
He was smiling, and he didn't stop smiling.
"To Normaltown, that Mexican Grocers," he said. "They have cheap ice cream."
Normaltown was at least a two mile walk, especially if he began on campus. He had probably already walked past two or three ice cream vendors, and would pass two more before he got there.
"It's a nice day, you know?" He was almost panting.
"My car is right here. And I live right near there, you know," I said. I did not understand why he did not want a ride; I do not understand why he did not want a ride.
"I'll walk," he said, still smiling (though I cannot attribute his half-crazed expression to the heat - he seems to wear it always).
I got into my car and watched him continue walking. It would be almost an hour long walk, and another back. This was half an hour ago. The temperature still reads 90, Kirk's blue dress shirt is probably drenched by this time.
Every so often I am reminded that human beings possess the ability to perform completely irrational tasks, just for the sake of reminding ourselves that we can. It is a somewhat comforting thought.
Monday, September 1, 2008
My Apartment
I live in a really cool apartment complex. For example, I looked out my window the other day to see who was at the pool (I have a view that voyeurs would drool over) only to realize that I would not be able to go swimming, as a local band was shooting a music video in the actual pool, with their clothes on and everything. I liked them a lot, they are called Quiet Hooves. Below is the video they shot. It's pretty cute.
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