Last night’s rain has left this city soggy, and I was a bit nervous about getting caught in a downpour on my ride to work. I stayed dry, but it’s definitely time to start thinking about getting some quality rain gear. I took the Surly out for the first time since I got home tonight, pedaling through Central City in the thick air. God, I love that bike. I snapped this picture on my way home, of graffiti at Dauphine and Conti. I’m not sure what makes some graffiti–I’m thinking of the stuff that says READ painted on abandoned buildings around town–and other graffiti just, well, graffiti. I pass this piece on my ride home all the time, and I just hate it. Sock Hop For Cops. I don’t get it, I don’t think there’s anything to get, and I’m just not digging it. But I don’t know why. I wonder what makes some graffiti interesting, or art, or property defacement. My eyes have largely stopped seeing graffiti at this point, especially these pieces I pass all the time. But some nights, like tonight, I see them again and wonder again who put it there, why, and what other people see when they pass it. It’s good to be back on the bike.