Old people on bikes are so charming.
Say hello to men who hate the NSA but love invading the privacy of women
Over the weekend someone released hundreds of revealing photos of celebrities that appear to have been stolen from private storage. In response to this, a bunch of anonymous guys on the internet copied them and posted them all over the town square, because the internet is written in ink and if you are ever a victim once in your life the internet will remind you of it forever. These men are the detritus of human society for whom the internet provides a warm blanket, so let’s remove the warm blanket for a minute.
Today I enjoyed listening to Yoni Wolf talk with Lorde for an hour.
I’m a grown ass adult who abhors sitting through a haircut but I love a fresh trim when it’s all said and done.
I’ve been seeing the same guy for almost 2 years and I always give him a big tip, like 66%, as if to say ‘yes, I appreciate your attention to detail, please focus on my hair like that again next time I see you, this process was pleasant’ but I don’t like to small talk and I wonder if that seems rude but there is no way I could do a great job cutting someone’s hair if I kept getting distracted with conversation. I guess if you cut the hair on peoples heads all day you’d probably learn to multitask.
I need a friend who cuts hairs.
That picture from Ferguson, Missouri with the police all geared up like marines while pointing their assault rifles at a civilian with his hands in the air is really unsettling and its disturbing to me that this is the next step the police have chosen. Its insane that an unnecessary use of force that resulted in a death by the police is then followed up with a brazen show of force. How shameful.
On Sunday I went on a 4.5 hour ride and covered a total of 67 miles. It is the longest ride I’ve been on by far and I was kinda testing my limits. I wasn’t expecting it but my hands and forearms were actually the first parts of my body that got fatigued. Maybe I need to work on my positioning or adjust the fit of my bike.
I want to do a ride out to the coast with a light load of supplies and my tent in the next few weeks. It’s ~100 miles so if I keep training myself on more long distance rides I think it’s plausible that I could handle the 200 mile round trip before September.
Everyday there is an elderly Sikh man who brings his grandson to the park that I work at and even though there is a language barrier they always seem genuinely excited to see me and the crew. The little kid always stops playing to see what kind of things we are doing to maintain the facility. Anytime I happen to ride by in a tractor he seems so interested in finding out what I am doing. Anyway, today the grandfather excitedly gestured for my attention and pointed at his grandson who was holding a big tractor toy that looks exactly like the one that I operate and it was the coolest thing.
A 8 year-old drew portraits of me and my friends at Pickathon for $4. I’m on the top right.
I’m going to see UMO, Julianna Barwick, Angel Olsen, and Mac Demarco on Saturday. I’m quite excited.
I’ve been commuting everyday since May. Everyone should ride a bike everyday. Its the only place where I feel free and sometimes that feeling lingers.
Is there a place in the world where there are bicycle highways that are bikes only and are separated far away from cars and are lighted at night and are covered to shelter riders on rainy days? Is that a priority anywhere in the world? I want to find that place and I want to live the rest of my life there.