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Voting By Bike

Cast VoteIt’s Election Day, and I woke up excited to participate in the pageant that is the United States Democracy. Everyone was predicting record turnout and long waits at the polls, so I had planned to go first thing in the morning, be there for the doors at 6am. Continue reading →

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Car Accident at Upperline and St. Charles

I had a very, very long day.  I was up early and working all day long and will spend my evening preparing to fly to Portland early tomorrow morning for Auntie L.’s funeral.  I’ve got no time or energy for anything other than what needs to be done right now, but fortunately I still get to ride my bike to work and back.  Continue reading →

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Spanish Moss on Oak Trees in Audubon Park

I was back on my bicycle today, off to work, yoga, home, then back to work again.  On my way home from yoga I detoured through Audubon Park again, hoping to stretch out my ride a bit and see some oak trees; they always remind me of both permanence–they are enormous and old and intimidating–and the inevitability of loss–so many are blown over in storms or cut down to make way for something else.  Continue reading →

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Linnzi Zaorski and Dancers at d.b.a.

This post is a bit late, as it concerns something I saw on my bike yesterday, but I don’t want to lose last night’s ride just because I didn’t have the energy to put words together when I got home.  Yesterday, just as I was heading home from a lovely weekend of camping, I got a phone call from E. letting me know that a dear family member had died.  Continue reading →

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Huey P. Long Bridge

I got my bike back today.  I can’t express how good it felt to be back on Rhoda, riding along the Mississippi River levee, listening to The Roots, doffing my invisible hat to fellow bicyclers, dog walkers, and scooterers.  Continue reading →

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Stormy Skies on Freret

I knew when I left my house this morning that rain and wind would hamper my ride home. But I just can’t bear to drive to school. I am addicted to my bicycle. Continue reading →

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The National Guard at Jackson Square

Today was my first full day back in New Orleans, and I spent much of it on N.’s bike, riding around to see what folks are up to. The rush of being back to the city and seeing it relatively unscathed is wearing off, and today I found myself feeling profoundly sad. Continue reading →

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Nighttime Ride In New Orleans

I’m home.  I’m thrilled to be home and thrilled to have a home to be in.  After all manner of pushing luggage and trees around I borrowed N.’s bike (mine’s still in the shop) and took a spin around town.  Continue reading →

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Scootering in College Station, TX

So I’m still stuck in Texas, unable to go home until Thursday. I called bike shops here in College Station, looking for a rental, but was unsuccessful; Tim took my number to call me in case he found a bike I could ride, but no call. Continue reading →

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UT-Austin, Waiting to Go Home

This past week has been incredibly strange, and I feel like I’m living in a middle space where time isn’t moving; the only thing moving is this storm. Gustav came ashore today, but I was in Texas. Continue reading →