D. Boon was a god to punkers in the mid-eighties, and hero to those of us who believed music was inherently political. The Minutemen are here playing Jesus and Tequila live in 1985, a song on Double Nickels On The Dime (one of my top five albums of all time).
My kid is a crafter. She wouldn’t let us in her playroom as she worked on her secret project.
A great man who spent his life working to ensure more Americans could live our dream. RIP, Donald Payne, and my thoughts are with your family.
Today I was riding my bicycle back from dropping my daughter off from school. I was in my own lane of the road, signaled a left turn (yeah, I really did use the proper hand signal I learned in fourth grade) and waited for you to pass me coming the other way so I could complete my turn.
But instead of following the law and continuing on your way you decided to be “nice” and slow down to cede the right of way. So now I don’t know what to do. You’re machine weighs a couple thousand pounds, and mine weighs twenty. If you decide to start up due to confusion or malice, I lose the fight, squished under your behemoth.
I paused, and you started just as started, and I stopped and waved you on and you waved me on. So I just stood there feet on the ground straddling my bicycle with a cranky look on my face, in the middle of a lane waiting for you to come by.
Finally you hit the gas and drove past. yelling at me through your closed windows. WTF?
Here’s how this should have gone. I’m riding a bike, signal my intention to turn, you come the other way and continue driving since you have right of way. After you pass, I make my left turn and there’s no problem.
But because you decided to cede your right of way, I was delayed and had to come to a complete stop. Had you simply done what was not only expected of you but also your obligation under the law, there would have been no problem. I would not have worried about being squished and you wouldn’t be telling the people at work about the jerk on his bike in the middle of the road.
So while I expect drivers like you to look out for bicyclists and be aware we are on the road, I don’t expect you to be “nice” to me by violating the expectations and conventions of the road. When I’m on my bicycle I am a vehicle under the same rules as you, so please treat me as such. We’ll all get along better, and safer.
With best regards,
Maureen and I are in the market for a new mattress. We’ve looked at a bunch of different options, but we’re so happy with our memory foam topper that we are looking at the Tempur-Pedic clones out there.
But today on Gizmodo I saw this, and it brought back all my dreams from a Sesame Street childhood. It’s Big Bird’s Nest!
My only concern is I think Snuffleupagus might knock over a lot of the cool stuff we’ve got in the house.