First, there’s Amsterdam, “a faraway place where the bike reigns supreme.”
Then there’s New York, where “virtually everything about the city’s growing bike culture has prompted vigorous argument and even fury.”
Discuss.
Month: April 2013
We’ll be right back after this word from. …
A couple of you were wondering whether I had recently added advertising to the old blog. Nope. It’s still purely a labor of love on this end.
But it appears WordPress does, and I finally saw one of them myself last night when I checked the blog via iPad.
I had forgotten that WordPress reserves the right to ad-slap us now and then. The service is free, after all, so I’m not inclined to complain — and happily, there is an easy workaround. All I need to do is send the wizards a few drachmas and they’ll leave us be.
Meanwhile, it was 70-something here today and I sallied forth on the Jones for another get-acquainted session, this time taking in a few smallish hills. You’ll be pleased to learn that gravity is still in session, along with its opposite, comedy.
And boy, do those big wheels like to roll downhill. I could have parked my dogs on the bars, laced my hands behind my head, leaned back and enjoyed a bit of shuteye.
The sky is crying
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5rfiOrX6As
Huh. All those hours wasted marching in the streets, trying to end war, poverty and injustice. Turns out all we had to do to get the government’s attention was stand in line at the airport for a bit. Who knew?
• Editor’s note: In all fairness, it could simply be that their babies wrote them a letter.
Ten-HUT!
I see the Alfred E. “Worry” Bush Presidential Library is to be dedicated today. How nice to see Numbnuts finally has a place to store his comic books.
They’re mostly dogeared copies of “Sgt. Rock” and “Sgt. Fury and His Howling Commandos,” but there are a few “Wonder Woman” numbers in there, too.
You want to steer clear of those. They’re all sticky.
Back from the shadows again
Did I miss anything? I was feeling beat, pissy and unfunny and decided to toddle off for a high cranial colonic, the mental equivalent of a radiator flush. Lord, how that corrosion does build up.
While at large I ignored the news, the Innertubes and pretty much everything else save steering the old two-wheeler around, eating, and watching lots of TV like reg’lar folks. I can recommend the new Louis C.K. standup, “Oh My God.” “Prometheus,” not so much.
In short, I spent the week not being me, which can be curiously refreshing. Tomorrow I’ll put on a freshly reddened rubber nose. Now, please, everyone, lock your wigs, let the air out of your shoes and prepare yourselves for a period of simulated exhilaration. Welcome to … The Future!
Mad Blog Media 