I spent my morning working from home and wondering if the gray skies were going to turn to rain before deciding to just risk getting caught in it and heading out on the bike to run a few errands. I signed up online for an account with my local credit union weeks ago, but I hadn’t gotten my paperwork in the mail. I’m tired of banking with the big guys, so I went to the local SECU branch to open an account in person–you can apparently still do that. Continue reading
Fall Colors at St. Paul & 26th

Oh, that was a long time away from my bike! I was in Atlanta for a conference, and no, thereisnt a bike rental place right downtown, and there should be. Harumph. I spent my days walking, which was fine, if a bit slow. I didn’t see a whole lot of bikes circling the conference hotels, but surely they are somewhere. All I know is I was happy to be back home in Baltimore, and I was itching to pedal. After working at the coffee shop for a bit, I headed downtown via Guilford to meet V. for a grading marathon. I stopped early to snap this picture of the brilliant colors of the trees at the playground behind Margaret Brent elementary school because that red just seemed to take up the whole sky. It is just so pretty here, and I can’t believe I was afraid I wouldn’t find it so. I flew down the hill, around the harbor, drank some coffee and sucked on some caramels, and rode back up the hill. That protected bike lane on Fallsway is already coming along famously. Nope, I don’t mind a little routine, not one bit.
Quiet Has Its Own Set of Problems at Fayette & Fulton
It was like springtime in Baltimore today. The sun was out, the sky was this ridiculous shade of blue, and I had time to ride my bicycle all the way to work. I made a couple of stops, to vote and to pick up a video from the library, exercising both the rights and privileges of citizenship, and then I pedaled down to Fayette, took a right, and just kept going. Continue reading
Jay Brodie of the Baltimore Development Corporation Speaking at a Meeting at 36 S. Charles
I spent my day doing one of my favorite things: talking to students about capitalism. It’s a profit motive, and there’s only so much you can squeeze in terms of raw materials and the means of production, so how do you get the most out of labor for the least amount of money? It’s just the logic of the system, and it’s stark and important to see. (When I point out that they pay the college for credit hours so they can work for free at an internship, well, um, yeah.) The afternoon class didn’t do the reading, so that was a wash, and at that point I was ready to head home, slap some bike shoes on with this dress and these tights, and get on the bike to pedal out some frustration and anxiety. Continue reading
Golden Tree in Druid Hill Park By the Disc Golf Course
I had a most lovely Sunday, up early, made earlier by the time change, housekeeping and handymanning, cat snuggling, War and Peace reading (they think they’re bored and want to fight, but I have a funny feeling that’s not going to turn out well), and then a bike ride to Hampden to meet V. for brunch and some work. After doing some learning, I hopped back on the bike and zipped over to Druid Hill Park to do some leaf peeping. Continue reading
Preparing the Bank Dragon at McKeldin Square

Today is Divestment Day with the Occupy Wall Street movement, so I hauled my tired self out of my warm bed and hopped on the bike to head down to McKeldin Square for a march and rally. Big banks in Baltimore have engaged in predatory lending in our communities, devastating individuals, families, and neighborhoods. They accumulate our wealth by their theft. They make money off the money we put in there by lending it at high rates (higher to some than others–part of that predatory business) to others of us, charge us to take our cash back to spend it, and charge both sides every time we use our cards at businesses, whose owners pay a percent back to those banks for a specious service. It has all become so normal, it’s like we’ve forgotten that those are our resources, not theirs, and today was a day to take our money back and to let others know they should take their money back too. I snapped this picture of the dragon bank that marched through the streets, with its money-hungry eyes and open mouth that cannot be satiated. Awesome. We walked along, declaring ourselves the 99%, whose streets, our streets, this is what democracy looks like, we don’t want your pity/we want money for our city, etc. And it just felt good to be out there, and when that one Bank of America branch was closed “due to circumstances outside of our control?” Well, that was just awesome. There weren’t that many of us, but it feels like something’s changing when the bank closes to avoid confrontation. We circled back to the square and started to part ways. An older woman passed me, looked straight into my eyes, and said, “that felt good, didn’t it?” It doesn’t always, but today it did, it really, really did. And I’ve got to say, yelling in the streets gets easier the more you do it. Highly recommended. There were more events and teach-ins and actions, but I sat myself on my bike and rolled back up the hill to rest for a bit. There’s another one on Monday. See you there.
Students, Parents, Teachers, and Administrators Speaking Out About School Infrastructure at War Memorial Plaza
Today’s ride took me first to the bike shoppe for new front brakes from a couple of surly gentlemen (and don’t think I don’t know I need rear brakes–you just didn’t have anymore brakes to offer–I was not born yesterday even though I am wearing a skirt) that helpfully returned to me an ability to stop on command. After doing a little reading and thinking I headed downtown on my bike to visit the B&O Railroad Museum to learn a little bit about the Birthplace of American Railroading, which is apparently right here in Baltimore. Continue reading
A Man Drinking a Beer at a Bar in Hampden

I swear the weather is trying to trick me. It isn’t even cold, though it looks like it should be. But I bundled up, strapped on my reflector and blinky light, and sweated my way up the hill to that bar in Hampden to meet a friend for a drink. On a school night. *Gasp*. When I first moved here, this short ride would take me 20 minutes, but now it only takes 10. Good thing I don’t mind being early, but it might be time to start admitting that I can get around town by bike with some speed. Or at least I should bring something to read, like this guy. Driving? That would have taken twice as long.
News Van at Guilford & I83
After a long day at work, I drove home, choked down a snack, and then hopped on the bike to head down to McKeldin Square to meet up with folks at Occupy Baltimore. Man, there was a lot going on there tonight, and it was complicated, and after a couple of hours it was time to head home and do some thinking. A police helicopter flew overhead as I left, and an unmarked cop car flew up Calvert. Continue reading
Under the Sea For the Halloween Parade at Patterson Park
My oldest friend L. has been in town this weekend, and it was so, so good to see her. She’s the kind of friend who is totally happy to just sit and watch a zillion episodes of some crappy television show she’s already seen, eat at the same restaurant two nights in a row because it was just so good the first time, and watch me clean and lube and shine my bicycle for the ride I was going to take after she was gone, and that’s what I did after dropping her at the train station. Continue reading