Month: July 2008

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Happy Hour at the Columns Hotel

Today’s bicycle ride was mostly a make-work ride.  I wasn’t in much of a mood for anything, and got on the bike with the hopes that she’d perk me up.  Continue reading →

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Candy Land House in Uptown

I headed out for a ride through Audubon Park on my way to a coffee shop and then campus, computer in tow, and saw this house, as I often do.  Today, though, I swung back around to snap a picture.  Continue reading →

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It’s Hot and It’s Raining

I wanted a good ride today, especially after finally getting some writing done on a project that already feels a year overdue. Continue reading →

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International Jazzercise Convention

The heat index is over 100 degrees in New Orleans today, so of course N. and I decided to take a bike ride.  Fortunately, while searching music listings this morning, I discovered that Tres Jazz, the International Jazzercise Convention, was meeting at the Morial Convention Center downtown.  Continue reading →

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St. Louis #3

I am back in New Orleans and back in the heat. Today’s bike ride to Mid City was scorching. Well, less scorching and more melting, I suppose. Continue reading →

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Parking Rhoda at Rendez Vous on Magazine

So I am back home in New Orleans and finding myself surprisingly sad. The only thing to do, of course, is ride the bicycle. Continue reading →

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Basement Bike Parking in Brooklyn

Tonight I took L.’s bike back to A.’s apartment building in upper Park Slope.  Why does her bike live somewhere else?  Continue reading →

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Park Avenue and 35th Street

After getting some hard work done today, I rewarded myself with another ride around NYC.  This time I went over the Manhattan Bridge–far less ped/bike friendly than the Brooklyn or Williamsburg bridges, but emptier for that, and I enjoyed the solitude.  Continue reading →

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Central Park Reservoir

Sometimes riding a bike feels like an incredibly solitary event.  I’m alone, zipping along, often with headphones, always stuck inside my head no matter how much I’m focused on what I’m seeing.  Continue reading →

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Salem Field and Cypress Hills Cemeteries in Brooklyn

I set out this afternoon to ride the bike to Coney Island.  My old friend S. promised it was a lovely and safe ride on the bike path along Ocean Parkway.  She was right.  Continue reading →