My rides today took me to work for a faculty meeting and then down to the Treme for my standing Thursday night date with friends. I rode slowly up Baronne on my way home, needing some extra time, letting the bike do that thing it does so well–concentrate my attention outside of myself. Continue reading
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The Cat Practice at Magazine and Felicity
This week marked another anniversary of what we’ve collectively decided to call “9/11.” I didn’t expect to notice the anniversary this year. That single event has changed so much of what we take for granted, so much of how we think about our relationships to the state, to others, to the world, and what the state thinks it has the right and duty to do to and for us. Continue reading
“Cyclists Dismount” Sign at Tulane University
This will be a blog about bikes and the need for proper places to ride. It’s not about New Orleans, rebuilding, broken levees, crumbling infrastructure, music, Mardi Gras, weather, neighborhoods, or anything else. It’s just going to be a rant about biking conditions in this town. Continue reading
Lanterns on the Pedestrian Bridge at Bayou St. John
I don’t know what to write today. I barely knew what to see today. It’s the fourth anniversary of Katrina, and I am acutely aware that I wasn’t here then. I was living in Hartford, Connecticut, trying to finish my dissertation, missing California, and hating the uncomfortable broken-down office furniture the college had moved into our furnished apartment. I wished I was home. Continue reading
Virgin Mary With Mardi Gras Beads at Marengo and Camp
I had a lazy day today just doing things around the house and staring at my cats. I fixed a flat on the Surly and then took her out for a ride this afternoon to meet N. for some Mexico/U.S. soccer action.I then rode my bike home, where I passed this statue of the Virgin Mary, wearing Mardi Gras beads around her neck. Continue reading
St. Charles Streetcar in the CBD
Today I rode down to the Marigny for breakfast with a friend, with the plan to get some writing done over coffee afterward. My good buddy S. called from Mississippi with bad news–she’d been in a car accident (don’t worry–everybody’s ok, including the dog)–and that put a crimp in my plan. Continue reading
Fuck Prisons Graffiti on Jeff Davis and I10
This town, like any town worth its salt, is covered in graffiti. Some of it is deemed interesting enough to get covered on blogs and in the local paper, like the “Think That You Might Be Wrong” signs posted all over town. Those signs are considered by many to be thought provoking and interesting, when they aren’t being accused of being condescending eyesores. Continue reading
Nine Week Old Baby In Oakland
I enjoyed another day in frigid northern California today, riding my bike around Oakland. As I mentioned in a previous post, I lived here for years, though it now seems like a lifetime ago. When I lived here before I didn’t have a bicycle, and my life was much, much different from its current incarnation (and not just because of the bike). Continue reading
Scraper Bikes at Lakeside Park
I’m in the Bay Area for a week visiting my dear friend S., who is recovering from major surgery. I was a bit nervous to be away from my bikes for that long, but thankfully S. has a bike, and she has graciously ceded it to me for the week during her many naptimes. Continue reading
Waterfront Employment Center at Chippewa and Orange
Today’s ride took me down to the Mississippi River to watch the sun go down over Jackson Square and the light change colors over the water. I started the ride without a plan and, I must admit, a little bit sad that I wasn’t riding around Austin. Continue reading
What I Saw Riding My Bike Around Today 