The skies were ominous as I headed down to the CBD to pick up paper for our programs for the E. Patrick Johnson event on Monday, and then up to campus for a faculty meeting. But I wasn’t about to drive, so I got my raincoat and a plastic bag and headed out. It was the ride home that really caught me in a downpour. Continue reading
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HBO Second Line in the Treme
Good lord, it’s hot in New Orleans! I know, I know–it’s a good problem to have if you are living somewhere where it’s already snowing. But I long for fall bike rides. Then again, the sun felt good as I headed out on my bike toward the Treme after watching President Obama’s Town Hall at UNO, skirt flying and doing my bike dance. Summertime in October. Whoa. Continue reading
Frog on an Uptown Window
I’m back from a bike-less trip to California. It was a bit odd, going five days without riding a bicycle, but I think my knees appreciated the rest, and though I didn’t need it, Los Angeles traffic reminded me that I prefer riding a bicycle around to sitting in a car any day. Continue reading
Ironwork at Coliseum Square Park
Oh yes, fall is in the air. It was warm when I rode to work this morning, hot when I rode home, warm when I rode to meet K. for dinner, and then a teensy bit chilly as we walked my bike over to the coffee shop afterwards. It is so, so nice. I’m usually riding, so our walk through Coliseum Park gave me a different view. Continue reading
Decaying House in Hollygrove at Monroe and Pine
It has been a rainy mess around here lately, and it has definitely been putting the kibosh on my long rides. I really don’t like to start a ride in the rain. I mean, I’ll continue in the rain, but I prefer not to ask for the slippery roads and streetcar tracks and drivers even less apt to see bicycles. Continue reading
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
Rain at St. Louis and Burgundy
I rode my bike down to the Marigny to meet S. for coffee and then back up to work for a meeting early this afternoon. The sun was out and the sky was blue. Not so when I headed down to the Treme tonight. The sky was gray, but i though I might be able to outrace the storm. And I almost did. Continue reading
Lightning Over Lee Circle
I’m back in New Orleans and back on my bike. Rhoda felt so different from the big old cruiser I’ve been riding. I like a high seat, what can I say, and I’m happy to be back high up on the bike. Leaving the Bay Area was a little bittersweet. Continue reading
Michael Jackson Memorial Dance Party in the Marigny
Today was a task-ride kind of day. I rode my bike over to K.’s in the morning so we could go shop for party supplies for my late-late-late birthday party. Afterwards, I rode down to the Quarter to pick up some things I’d forgotten at the place I was apartment sitting. Continue reading
Pothole Repair at Magazine and Philip
Today was a good day on my bike. Yesterday felt a bit sluggish, and I felt a bit lazy. But today’s ride was one of those rides that make me feel like a little kid, racing along on my bicycle, skirt flying. Continue reading