I upset Susan yesterday when I told her how on the ride home last night after hearing something deragatory shouted at me I doubled back on my bike to the four kids all wearing white t-shirts and blue jeans sitting at the bus stop at Washington and West boulevards. Susan does not like when I …
Occasionally after posting something — especially something that required such deep rummaging around in the nostalgia bin as my post about my 1989 birth as a bike commuter — I find a note in my mental inbox wondering what all that was about? It’s a contrivance I call me-mail: Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 :23:01 …
I’ve rolled past my first thousand miles today, finishing up with this evening’s commute home at 1,005 for the year to date. Only 1,995 more to reach my goal for 2008. Here’s a moment somewhere around mile 880 during the bike tour March 2; this macro of the cheap thumbnail image courtesy of the first …
It was a dark time in my life, at 25. My soon-to-be ex-wife was pregnant with our daughter Katie. We were indebted up to our hairlines. I tipped the scale at close to 280 pounds — 60 of which was polyunsaturated self-loathing, the rest mostly Domino’s pizza and Reese’s candy. For jobs, we barely sold …
(click to triplify)Â I’d seen others’ pics of the empty reservoir but this was my first chance to see it live from atop Baxter. It’sa trip to see it in such a state. But I thought it’d be deeper.
So the great Silver Lake Reservoir draining is finally complete and the big water bowl is empty… until they get around to refilling it. All of its potentially toxic water has been flushed away through a series of subterranean tubes connecting to the Ballona Creek which pours onward into the Santa Monica Bay where the …
I was saddened to learn earlier this week that Susan’s uncle Jim had to put his dog Sid down after an episode in which Sid bit Susan’s grandma. I had the pleasure of meeting Sid twice, first in 2004 during the Thanksgiving I spent with Susan when her grandma lived in Redding and then a …