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Two Wheels Good
Waaaayyyy back in the day, as in back in the good-old “10-inch vinyl and cassette mixtape, Evil Empire/Converse hi-tops and Cold War eighties” kinda day, when I was a college kid living on Pine Street in Burlington, Vermont, I got deeply into this: (You know, other than the upturned collars and new-wave pompadours, not too dated…and Triumph…
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Horse Trading
A fictitious Texan who lives somewhere up inside my head once said, “Wayell, comes a tahm in lahf when ev’r man has to part with his horse. Ain’t no use wellin’ up or gittin’ all senimenal ov’r’ it. Jes’ a fact a lahf. S’why the Good Lord invenned horse-tradin’. Obviously, the Good Lord hates an empty stable.…
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Railing About Failing
It’s tepidly—tepidly—encouraging that Metro North representatives have been willing to show up in public forums this week before hordes of embittered Connecticut commuters to “listen” to what its ridership has to “say.” Tepid, because the effort’s entirely pro forma, since anyone with a cellphone and Twitter (do people at Metro North know about these technologies?) could…
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American as Apple Chai
Well, it’s Thanksgivukkah eve, and I have to say it is kind of weird standing in the kitchen up to our ears in butternut squash, shallots, Libby’s canned pumpkin, cornmeal, sweet Italian sausage, and Knorr’sclassic brown gravy mix (we’re hosting tomorrow), and simultaneously having the kids pester us to light candles so we can hand…
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Smart Thrones
Given that this is the age of big data, geotracking, and location-based services, I wonder what The Cloud might tell us about the confluence of human biological needs and mobile behavior. Specifically, what do people actually do with their smartphones when they’re doing their business? I don’t mean this as a tasteless scatological jest. And…
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Burning Bushes, Burying Hills
It’s getting to be mid-November, and there are not many riding days left. The light’s getting sideways and our copper beech is already almost bare, decimated by clouds of starlings. They seem to exfoliate the mighty tree in just one or two seatings, dining noisily and creating a beech-nut hail that litters the ground below,…
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Deer Poof
If there was a mammals awards show on, say, Animal Planet, maybe something called “The Mammies,” and I was laying down odds for who’d win for Most Fecund Species, I think the White-tail Deer of New England would have the category locked up, hoofs down. Forget about rabbits. They’re reproductive amateurs by comparison. Have you ever…
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The Apple Store
Last Friday, I managed to rejigger my work schedule, skip the scooter/train/subway/CitiBike/walk that is my daily adventure-commute, and pay a much-anticipated visit to the Apple Store (via motorbike, naturally). I’ve had a hankering for some juicy new technology this fall, and wanted to check out some of the current crop of Apple offerings…especially the new…
Longitude & Gratitude
Writing around on motorbikes.
