It’s like magic: we move the arbitrary clock hands one hour ahead, and suddenly I can see the other people who bike through Washington Park at the same time as me in the evenings. I recognize these people only by their blinky headlights and the way their voices sound when …
I’ve been reading over some stuff in an old journal–yeah, a real live paper journal that I keep–and I found some awesome, bike-love scribbles from February 27 of 2007, back when I was in grad school and student teaching. Biking to my student teaching gig was a ride over Council …
It’s always hard to come back from adventure to normal life. When I travel, when I bike, when I run, I feel so alive to everything. Part of that is seeing new things and pushing old, tired boundaries. But part of it is simply the act of being in the …
Wow. I’ve been all over the place lately, it seems. Not physically, although I have been all over Portland, but mentally. My brother’s been here; my mom came up for a while; the Portland-Corvallis cultural exchange continued; we hosted a massive number of awesome people for a vegan post-Thanksgiving feast. …
