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The Hare Krishna Late Nite Critical Reality Krush
"Violence doesn't solve anything but it does lend a voice..." Whew! There's our Pete, now, back with the quoteable goods. I'm going to stitch this one onto a decorative pillow. ;) "Bicyclists get killed because they're morons." That's one reason cyclists get killed or injured. There are morons out there, no doubt about it. There are also plenty of moronic drivers--you know, the ones other moronic drivers are shouting at when not road raging against cyclists? But there are also these things called blind spots, and cars and bikes tend to get into each others' blind spots, and it isn't always someone's fault. That's the whole point. We need more dedicated bike lanes, and areas where cars are no longer allowed. Pave a big portion of downtown off for walking and cycling only. No one likes driving the alphabet and numbered streets anyway. Then gradually build in some lanes along scenic drives that are more protected from traffic. One thing that CM demonstrates each month is that cars and bikes just don't mix--and don't care to have to look out for one another. So separate them out and give cyclists a protective divider.— February 28, 2010 4:14 p.m.
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Thanks, Grant! This pic is several months old, so he is much bigger now, including his head. Thing is,more recent photos won't translate to code, because I saved them wrong somehow. Will work on that when I get a chance, or just take some more! He's used to photo shoots, though the flash still makes him blink. ;) Hey, sorry we didn't have a chance to get together. AG was wicked busy with the teeth stuff. Maybe when she returns in a month or two? It's up to her, as she of necessity schedules these trips pretty tight.— February 28, 2010 3:56 p.m.
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Yay! I get it now--one must reach the absolute bottom of hopelessness, then the pic will appear. Directions should have indicated this from the start! ;)— February 28, 2010 3:08 p.m.
To Stella from Mica: Tales of Beyond the Front Door
Now instead of a red x, I have an address. Is this closer to an actual photo? Sigh. No more time for this today.— February 28, 2010 3:05 p.m.
Corking the bat
How did I miss this before? Sunday's Nofunday, so I am going to file this one away to chew and savor slowly tomorrow with plenty of time to digest in my best hermetic critical fashion--for it deserves, it deserves--and serves up the right kinda literary 'rito! (Btw, three in a row now and spot the burrito! Is the burrito sort of like an Origami Waldo? :)— February 28, 2010 2:37 p.m.
The Hare Krishna Late Nite Critical Reality Krush
Yeah! Nothing like a cold Rock Star and kazoo wit my CM ride, yo!— February 28, 2010 2:25 p.m.
The Hare Krishna Late Nite Critical Reality Krush
Origami, you're a gentleman and a scholar! I am honored that you would take my plea into consideration. As for angry motorists, gee, I know you ride the bus, Pete, but that's all you got today? Couple of months ago, you were ready to join a group of Keystone wannabes to throw rocks and tacks!— February 28, 2010 2:23 p.m.
A Little Rock, a Little Bite
Looks like Bedford overlooked one important gringo! Excerpted for Gringo's convenience: "“El Dandy del Sur?” he says. “It wasn’t always at this location, but it has been going for maybe 50 years. People know it. We don’t have trouble here.” Spent the past hour in El Dandy del Sur, two steps down the hill, just past El Chez, a nightclub that does rock on Friday and Saturday nights, hoping to lure American kids back. Dandy and Chez may not have the gringos yet, but this Friday night, it feels like all tijuanenses are cramming into this little section of Sixth Street where it plunges down between Revolución and Madero. It’s just a bunch of off-Broadway bars, eateries, dance places, and a couple of cheap hotels, but now — no question — something’s happening." Whaddya think, refried? Is your beloved Dandy trying to lure in touristas? Has Bedford gotten the details right? the right details? I thought it was a quieter place than it sounds :)— February 28, 2010 2:18 p.m.
A Little Love for TJ
Yeah, those signs! Good point about being offered something in return. Though we did not have any sort of talk about what to expect, I am surprised you did not see any children selling Chiclets or just trying to get your attention generally. There are also children who strum on tiny, tinny-sounding guitars--a hasty, nontonal strum that sounds more like "Hurry up! Give me a dollar!" more than it sounds like a musical event. ;) One thing that used to bother me a lot: There were club promoters trying to entice my mother and myself into clubs when we came to her dentist or mine, or to shop and lunch at Sanborns. I just don't get why these guys think a mother and daughter are going to want to go sit and watch a strip show or get shots poured down our throats together. But our ethnicity seemed to say we might...sigh.— February 28, 2010 1:09 p.m.
The Hare Krishna Late Nite Critical Reality Krush
"...cracking cold beer cans, puffing on doobs. [...] A hundreds cyclists file into a liquor store for tall cans. Half-smoked spliffs reignite in the street." Ok, Origami, you are probably about to experience a s***storm. Let me be the first to plead, as someone who has ridden with CM, and would like to see some good come of this practice: Let the hyperbole rest elsewhere. On this site, CM riders have an extremely bad rap, as just what you describe. Angry reactionaries already really do think that 100 cyclists are filing into the liquor stores to refill on malt liquor to go with their spliffs, so as to emerge ready to hit cars with their bikes and one-finger salute tired, held-up drivers. For the record: A FEW riders end up drunk and belligerent. Most are polite, concerned with safety, and with spreading the message that we need more dedicated lanes for bikes. I rode for a reduction in auto traffic, too. Otherwise, in this piece I had a sweet, carefree romp, summoning up some of the feelings I had whooshing down a Washington Street, empty but for the sound of wind against narrow metal and voices raised in extreme pleasure at that fact. ;)— February 28, 2010 4:26 a.m.