Tonight’s ride took me to dinner with A. and K. and then over to the coffee shop for a delightfully lazy evening of chatter in the cool(ish) breeze. My knees are feeling the pain these days, so it was good to take a day with only light riding. I snapped this picture of graffiti on the corner of Race and Magazine. There is graffiti all over this city. Somebody’s been painting the phrase “You Go, Girl” on buildings and signs all over the city. I am not a fan of this particular tag. I do like the new tag showing up around town that just says READ. Excellent advice. There there’s stuff like this, that is a little hard to make out, but doesn’t match other graffiti that I’ve seen, at least not yet. I like that people decorate the streets and power poles and empty walls, but not everyone does. I’m not sure, though, what makes some things public art and others graffiti, in the sense of defacement. The “Think That You Might Be Wrong” signs, for example, are considered public art and are covered by local news. But what makes that different from, say, this paint on the asphalt? I guess there’s nothing profound here. Turns out, it’s in the eye of the beholder. I popped a couple of over the counter painkillers for my poor, rickety knees, and rode home.