Periodically I think I'll post about something at some length, if not depth. Today, for example, my chain slipped off as I was biking on the lower West Seattle bridge after work. This is the second time this has happened in the last few weeks, which in itself is a little odd since it hadn't happened at all for goodness knows how many years. But I' ( Read more... )

When I heard the words "mostly sunny and in the 60s" on the local weather forecast this morning I immediately thought, "Bike! Sandals!" because that's what the last several weeks, possibly months, of Seattle weather has done to my brain. "Mostly sunny" = "break out the bathing suit" or, at least, haul out the bicycle whose tires I've been pinching ( Read more... )

So that's me done with Hari Kunzru's latest, My Revolutions and, predictably enough, I really don't know what to say about it. I'm beginning to suspect that phrase is code for "I didn't like it the way I wanted to like it," possibly. It was, as I said to someone earlier, sort of a cross between His Illegal Self and Babel Tower. I don't quite know ( Read more... )

It's shortly after 10:00 in the evening after a sun-filled day and a somewhat eventful, by my standards, weekend and I could, it seems, be headed towards bed soon. Instead, however, I'm up for goodness only knows how long for, as the subject line suggests, though it is only May 14th summer has officially arrived in North Seattle. An hour or so back ( Read more... )

I love biking. I love biking part of the way to work in the morning. I always feel much better and more awake on arriving at work and I'm generally closer to on time than I am when I just bus. But I hate all the bother of getting ready to cycle: figuring out what I can wear and what I'm going to need; shifting the bike out; filling the water bottle ( Read more... )