-
keep on moving, don't stop
When I was younger, I used to love finding spare change in old pockets and couch cushions. I thought of it as a bonus on my allowance, and would usually spend it on something frivolous but eminently enjoyable. Sometimes, I'd save the change in small jars, but always with the intention of collecting enough for an ice cream or an afternoon at the ( Read more... ) -
I got this
When asked about DJ'ing weddings, I have a list of reasons for politely declining. I don't like being stuck behind a pair of decks while my friends have fun and there are some other DJ's who are far, far better at soundtracking weddings than I. I'm also honest enough to say that I've DJ'ed events outside of my scene comfort zone and have done a ( Read more... ) -
whiskey priest
I had been seated at the bar on Craigie on Main for an hour. I was on my second cocktail. The notebook was open in front of me. Pen to the side. I needed to rest my hand because it isn't accustomed to writing with a pen anymore, and it cramps easily. I needed to sort out how to write without being distracted by the Internet, so I've gone back ( Read more... ) -
passing it on
When I started to plan my move, one of the first things that I did was post various things on Craiglist: things that I may have loved and appreciated but needed to let go. Of these, none was moreso valuable than my old Trek. I credit the Trek 520 with being the catalyst for my long distance cycling. I did my first bike tour the year after I ( Read more... ) -
resizing
When I was younger, I lived in a shambling brownstone, with peeling wallpaper, an oven that didn't work and a basement that flooded on a regular basis. It had, however, gloriously tall ceilings and those ceilings combined with youth and not giving a damn somehow wrapped all of the decrepitude in a romantic air of gentle deshabile. I've moved to ( Read more... ) -
punctuation
The empty parts of the apartment echo when doors are left open, as they have been when the landlords are showing the place. I wonder what they say when explaining why it's going to be vacant again, what they know and what they speculate. We told them what we've told most people who aren't friends and who have only known us in passing. We're ( Read more... ) -
story of two sleeps
in a comment to yesterday's post about Peter Pan, a friend asked how I juggled staying out until 3 am and having to work the next day. My smart-alec response was that: if there is one fantastic overlap in the Venn diagram of clubbing and randonneuring, it's that both prepare you for being highly efficient with the sleep that you get. More ( Read more... ) -
Peter Pan moments
It was the autumn of 1994. I was just north of twenty years1 and leaving a rave. A group called Primary was doing color themed parties. Baby Blue, Red, Green. Green was in an off season ski resort and we had just spent the last ten hours dancing, running around and being young. Now it was 7 on the morning and we were lookIng for a Denny's. ( Read more... ) -
comfort food
This week's catch were Black Back flounders. I picked up four of them from the back of a truck in Harvard Square, brought them home, beheaded and gutted them, then cooked two of them in a steel pan with a thin layer of salt and a squeeze of lemon. silentq had signed us up for a CSF back in March. It was an interesting notion -- like farm shares ( Read more... )
