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given enough time and distance, everything breaks down
Last year, I volunteered to help with managing a 300k brevet and spent a bit of time on a beautiful May day with Chuck, another randonneur who was organizing the 300k and brimming with ideas for the club. I had a great time volunteering and thought to myself that if Chuck kept on organizing brevets, I wouldn't mind being his volunteer. Then Chuck ( Read more... ) -
bread update
It's been five months since I've bought bread from a store. It would be romantic to say that my weeks have their rhythm, that I've fallen into a schedule that keeps us happily in loaves and toast, but in truth, I'm still experimenting and figuring this out. Routine has not yet emerged, though preferences have. My bread tends to be of the more ( Read more... ) -
The Raleigh
I didn't really have a specific notion of what I was looking to build, when I started on a project of building a new fixed gear bicycle. At the time, I knew that I wanted a bike that could have fenders and racks, that could be used for riding around the city, and to be my primary bicycle when winter set in and the snow and salt would normally play ( Read more... ) -
project guys
I met the Retriever while going through Craigslist, trawling for another fixed gear. The Centurion that Bruce had loaned me was fine, but I had been meaning to give it back to him. It was, after all, a loan, and I wanted something that was more optimized for commuting, with rack brazeons and a less finicky fender setup. I had also succumbed to ( Read more... ) -
flour, water and heat
I resolved, in 2011, to bake. This followed many past resolutions in that the goal was relatively flexible. I didn't tell myself to bake something every week or every month, but I did tell myself that eventually I had to get over this silly sense of intimidation that I felt whenever I looked at silentq's flour canister. I can't say why I've ( Read more... ) -
Overheard in Central Square
Approaching the intersection of Mass Ave. and Western/River/Prospect, I had a guy walking out into the road, lugging some duffel bag and kinda walking in the middle of my travel lane. I slowed up and waited for him to walk past a line of parked cars, hoping he'd cut over to the sidewalk once he was clear, but he just kept walking straight and I was ( Read more... ) -
one can only hope
There was an old couple, mid-70s maybe, in the elevator from the office parking garage this morning. The door to the elevator closes. The wife pokes her husband in the shoulder. The husband's eyes are on the elevator floor numbers ( Read more... )
