I’m back to riding my bike to work every day which means I’m back to being left in the dust by crazy super fit people who have educated opinion about chia seeds, or it means my blood pressure is constantly about 6 times higher than it used to be because apparently the people who block …
I’m Not a Real Author; I’m a Potato
Sometimes I think about what a real author is doing right now. Are they sitting on a roof in the rain, distractedly looking into the distance and coldly scribing life’s great mysteries? Are they beset by grief, so tortured by their tragic past that the only thing that can haul them from their dark mire …
Emergency Prairie Dog
I want a prairie dog to comfort me the next time I watch Finding Dory. I want a prairie dog to be there for me when I’ve taken too big a bite of pancake and feel the fragility of life. I want a prairie dog to stand by me, little nose twitching, tiny feet tapping, …
Stolen Bike Part 2: I’m Suspicious of Everybody
This post is sponsored by totally justified paranoia and excessive fantasies of gratuitous violence. Since my bike was unjustly ripped from my life--which you can read more about here if that’s something you want to do--I find myself more suspicious of the people around me than is perhaps healthy. I saw a child on a …
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A Tribute to the Ancient Bicycler Who Blew By Me Today
I know nothing about her other than that her helmet was pink, her vest was reflective, and she must have been over 80 years old. One thing I do know is that I saw the most incredible person alive today, and she demolished my ego. I’ve been riding my bike to work for a while …
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