7.30.2002

shoulderless roads are the devil's work



Or is that MDC?

So yeah, Critical Mass (I know that was four days ago, sue me) was quite an event this month. We had the media, we had mourning, we had asshole cops on motorcycles, we had fun, and we had a ten foot by ten foot trailer with a four person rock band on it being pulled by two extremely in-shape cyclists on a tandem. We even injured one of our own (she got squeezed between a parked car and the trailer) and had her sent off the the hospital. Pictures will be forthcoming (though getting a good picture of a ten by ten trailer with a rock band and a tandem is surprisingly difficult). Oddly, there are no articles in any of the newspapers which sent reporters/photographers. Weird.

The weekend was very quiet. (Well, except for the SCUL ride, which was gravity filled, with a gummy penis filled party at the end.) I followed Mr. MP7 around and had some Indian food and visited with the scruffiest looking sheep I've ever seen (maybe it was because they lived in Waltham...). My ankle, which I twisted on a malfunctioning sidewalk a few weeks ago, seems to have some sort of serious problem. My best guess is a chipped bone which has set crooked. It doesn't really hurt, but looks really wrong and feels icky. I had to spend half an hour on the phone to get an appointment, but was impressed that my little subsidized community health center has a podiatry department.

As if that wasn't enough, the hole where one of my teeth use to be is hurting. Did I mention that I hate my body? When are those cybergenic replacement bodies going to be ready?

Don't you hate it when your whole outlook on life is tied directly to one person's relationship with you? I do.

Someone told me the other day that I was beautiful and it made me cry.

7.26.2002

RIP Dana Laird



Tonight's Critical Mass ride will be a memorial ride in Dana Laird's name. As I mentioned before, she was the woman who was killed when a careless SUV driver opened his door into her and pushed her under the wheel of a passing bus on Mass Ave in Cambridge, MA. This CM ride should be quite an event. The media has been invited, there will be mourners in black, the couch will have a New Orleans style funeral jazz band, and who knows what else will show up. I, myself, am properly dressed for mourning - with a veil and everything - and I have "don't get doored"/"don't door someone" flyers to hand out with info on the back about Ms. Laird's tragedy.

7.23.2002

thunderbumpers



Yay! I just made it home before the downpour started. I had a nice ride out to Bedford, just 'cause I felt like it and I was already near the bike path in Arlington. I took a course in grantwriting this morning at some employment and training place. it was really very well done, and I learned a bunch of stuff. Yay for free social programs!

On my way home from my ride, I had to yell at some asshole who nearly hit me and told me to get off the f'n road. I asked him why, but to no avail. (He probably doesn't test well, I should have known.) Then he called me a "stupid cunt" at which point I reminded him that it was he, not me, who was spending a good $5000 a year to drive his vehicle, and that my vehicle was clearly much cooler than his big ass Chevy. After I left the jerk (to waste some more of his cold hard cash at a gas station), it occured to me that I should try to use the patriotic thing next time another oblivious individual pulls something dimwitted like that. Maybe something along the lines of this:

Dimwit: Get outta the road!

Me: Ahhhh, I see. You're one of those un-patriotic-Americans. Well, I'm sorry you don't like this country, maybe you should leave.

Dimwit (with stunned look on his face): ???

Confusion is always a good tactic, I say.

I'll leave you today with a not so terrible picture of me, along with Tim and Tom, from last week's bike trip to Maine. Look at how hip I am!

7.21.2002

tailgunner



I really wasn't going to go on the SCUL bike ride last night, but I wanted to see the video from last week, so I figured that I'd just say hi, watch the video, and then go home and sleep. But I ended up discovering a perfect ship for me! So not only did I ride, but I really enjoyed it, and even did the important job of tailgunning (sweep). Sadly, my walkie talkie was being flakey, so I didn't get to be all cool with the radio. But now I really want to get a pair of the things. I'm such a geek. My MP7 buddy says he'll pick some up for me at Costco, cause they're really cheap there.

Speaking of geeks. I was wearing my "geek" (on the front) "/geek" (on the back) shirt up in Maine at the bike rally, and some elderly gentleman asked me what a geek was. I actually had a hard time explaining it!

Finally, I've been noticing several recent appearences of Jethro Tull. Is it a comeback? I hope not. Not because I don't like the band - cause I love 'em - but because revivals almost always suck. And that would just be depressing to have one of my escapism bands from my childhood be turned into some lame pop band for the kiddies. (For heaven's sake kids, leave the classics to us old folks!)

7.19.2002

banana powered vehicle



I managed to pull myself out of my moping this afternoon and get myself, my bike, and my hastily assembled banana costume down to the Art Beat parade in Davis Square. It rained a bit the whole time, but there was a great turnout, and I had fun. The theme this year was "food for thought". My neighbors Joel and Lynn had a canoe and the life cycle of compost (complete with bin, real compost, and even a tomato plant), respectively, being towed behind their bikes. Yay!

7.18.2002

fermented cat?



Alcohol. Throughout my life I've always had a very suspicious feeling about alcohol. Its just never seemed like a good thing. Having had a pretty messed up childhood due to a mom and stepfather who treated alcolol as self medication for whatever ailed them certainly created a solid base of dislike for the drug. But above that experience, I think that I have too much appreciation for my mind to want to subject it to a substance that turns the brain all sloshy.

I do understand the benefits of one of the side effects of alcohol - relaxation - but I'm just not sure that its worth the effort. The other effects of the drug seem to be overwhelingly negative. Why would I want to make myself lose motor control, be more vulnerable to suggestion, and generally function less than optimally, all added to the possibility of getting a crippling addiction? Sure, sounds great, sign me up!

So, when I have friends who are particularly fond of the stuff, I find myself at a loss. I want to trust that people know their limits and that they can take care of themselves, but I'm afraid that they're screwing themselves up. And lately, I've been around a whole lot of friends who have a bit of a drinking hobby. Hmmmmm.

7.16.2002

fame



I came into work today and was told that I was now famous. Apparently, after years of trying, I managed to get a letter to the editor published in the Boston Globe. Sadly, and somewhat inexplicably, they didn't see fit to put my letter online. So, no link for you. The letter was about a proposed piece of state legislation that the Segway company is dragging around the country, in a bizarre attempt to ban the vehicle from roads, while making it legal to ride the thing around on the sidewalk.

Also this morning I had my first meeting with the VIPs about the police bicycle edication program that I've been working on. It went incredibly well, and the participants were very supportive and excited to be getting closer to having a real curriculum (a DOT person, someone from the Governor's Highway Safety Bureau, a couple of transportation planners, and a bunch of cops).

Its continually shocking to me to be working with a non-profit, environmentally friendly, somewhat radical cause and have the general public and even politicians honestly be interested, positive, and gasp! helpful.

What's next? Linux going mainstream?

7.15.2002

back in civilization



Well, whether the city folks are any more civilized than the country folk is debatable, but there are certainly more people here in the city.

Maine was lovely. The weather was gorgeous, the company was great, and the biking was very nice. I didn't do as many rides as I would have likes, as logistics got in the way a few times, but I did have a lot of fun. I got a chance to kayak down the Androscoggin River, which was fantastic, but shockingly shallow in many parts. I got to go on a stargazing ride to the top of one of the local mini-mountains (the area I was in was right next to the Appalacians). And I twice visited a lovely waterfall/tidal pool area called Screw Auger Falls (I just like saying the name...). I actually drove the car more than I rode, at least milage-wise, which made my guilt muscle twinge, but I figured that it was only a moderate slip in the grand scheme of my transportation policy. (I also made a point of letting the Maine Bike Coalition folks know that they should do their best in the future to locate the bike rally near public trasportation.)

Now that I'm back, I'm horribly busy and a bit on the grumpy side (mostly caused by a lack of attention by certain males of the species). But I'll probably be too busy to notice my grumpiness in a few hours, when I get cracking on activism stuff. Actually, I already wrote a letter to the editor of the Boston Globe about some horrible proposed legislation forcing a specific kind of vehicle (the Segway) off of public roads and onto the sidewalks, setting up a terribly discriminatory and dangerous precedent for vehicular law.

Oh, and I thought of another nickname for the new roommie - one that I think he likes better than Fairy Godfather - the "MP7". It's a reference to some insanely deadly weapon given to "peacekeeping" forces in the military that is featured as a centerfold in this month's Wired magazine. The guy is obsessed with weapons, but is essentially a very nonviolent man. Ironic, to say the least. Kinda like me, with my love for technology being completely out of line with my desire for life of Thoreau-like simplicity. What can I say, irony is my pal.

7.11.2002

watch out for those spider webs in the morning



The Fairy Godfather woke me up early this morning and made me drag my sleepy ass into the kitchen, because he wanted to show me a spider web that connected one side of the room to the opposite side of the room via a chair in the middle. The web stretched a good 10 feet at least. The tiny little thing must have been damn busy while we were sleeping. And we had to go and have breakfast and destroy it's hard work.

It's off to Maine for the Maine Bike Rally. Sadly, we won't be camping (I love camping and never get to do it), but it should be lots of fun anyway. I'm sure I'll be unbelieveably exhausted by Sunday. And next weekend is the Art Beat festival. Wheee!

7.10.2002

lane striping



Tonight I happened to sneak my way into the Cambridge Bicycle Committee's monthly meeting (ok, it wasn't the slightest bit sneaky, but it sounded better than saying I walked right in, didn't it?). I thought it might be interesting to hear what they had to say about the death of the cyclist who was riding perfectly "correctly" in their badly designed bike lane. I don't have any particular animosity for the people who recommended the dangerous lanes, but I am bewildered at their insistance that having a bike lane is always better than not, even if it is clearly causing danger.

Anyway, I got to make a suggestion for a different approach to bike facility design, one that I came up with for Somerville. It was not only well recieved, but someone else had independently come upon the idea as well. We're very likely to try my idea on a road or two in Somerville, and now maybe Cambridge will try it out too. It could mean a transportation revolution! Or not. If this design ever gets applied to an actual roadway I'll show ya all pictures!

7.09.2002

question



What is the male version of "nymphet"?

7.08.2002

full



I gotta say, I'm pretty happy with things these days. I've got a fantastic job/volunteer thing going at MassBike and other places, have great roommates, and I'm having lots of fun. The school-based bicycle safety program that I've been working on is promising to be amazing. I'm having an absolute ball with my new Fairy Godfather (I'm still working on a nickname for him, as he isn't entirely thrilled with that one, but I kinda like it). And riding with SCUL and Critical Mass is keeping me heathy and weird. Now all I need is a nice guy, who is willing to put up with the likes of me, to flesh out my life (pun intended!).

Last weekend's SCUL ride was one of the best ever. We rode out to a pond in the Fells (somewhere near Medford, MA, I think) and went skinny dipping. I've never been really thrilled about getting naked in front of anyone (being fat in this "thin is in" society does that to people, especially women), but I just went for it and had a blast. The water was absolutely perfect, and I rode the very comfy, good looking chopper known as "Greed".

On a down note, a local woman, who was riding in the bike lane on Mass Ave in Cambridge, was killed when a thoughtless SUV driver hit her with his door causing her to fall under a bus that was passing by insanely closely. Several factors contributed to the tragedy, including an ignorant and careless automobile driver who illegally opened his door without checking for traffic, a really poorly designed roadway which squeezes way too many "lanes" of traffic into a very small space, and a bicyclist who didn't know enough road safety to avoid the dangerous bike lane and it's accompanying "door zone". (See a picture of the crime scene here.) I visited the roadside memorial that sprung up, and took a moment to mourn the woman's needless passing. I also stuck a "share the road with bicyclists" pamphlet to the tree, in case it might be able raise a tiny bit of awareness.

7.06.2002

I am the Steve Buscemi character



We rented Ghost World (the film, not the comic book) since I was babbling on about it anyway. I'm Seymore, not Enid, just to clarify.

On the fourth, I had, for the first time ever, been invited to three different events. I attended none (missing the giant penis piniata that was alledgedly painted with the stars and stripes of old glory), but had a lot of fun anyway. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to catch up on my complete lack of sleep this past week.

In another few days a bunch of MassBike folks, including myself, will be heading off to Maine for their bike extravaganza. In preparation, I picked up some nearly slick tires which should help me zoom along a bit faster on the long rides, I also got some sports food goo to power me up on said rides, I lost around 8 pounds, and finally I managed to lightly twist my ankle while walking all around Somerville and Cambridge yesterday doing errands with the new roommie. I'm not sure if I'm going to want to ride in SCUL tonight on this ankle, especially since there's a possibiliy that we're going to be riding out to Walden Pond.

The new roommie (I know, he needs a name, but I'd like to come up with some sort of nickname for him rather than using his real name, for a few reasons. I'm thinking about "Fairy Godfather"...) likes to do housework. He bought two sixpacks of Coke and poured them into the tub, saying that it was the most corrosive thing you can get in the supermarket. It didn't really do all that much, but it certainly didn't take much effort, either. If he'd let it soak for a couple of days, it might have really made a difference. Or not. Right now, the guy is doing my dishes. Sometimes I feel like I should be paying him for services rendered...

7.04.2002

celluloid laundrybasket



Why am I up and writing here at 4 in the morning? Because my life has very recently become some sort of independent movie. This movie includes all the requisite oddball characters who seem to float in and out of the plot, having philosophical conversations and getting involved in really non-traditional relationships with oneanother. This particular film that is my life has elements of a Richard Linklater piece ("See that tree? See those leaves shining in the light? That's why you're alive." he said when I told him that I didn't have the ego to believe that I needed to be alive.) My movie also has some bits straight out of Daniel Clowes' Chost World ("I'm not sure if I should show you my comics or not." I said, completely unaware of how surreal it was in the context of lounging on a bed with someone who you probably shouldn't be lounging on a bed with). He's only been here for four days and I've already lost nearly five pounds. It's the first time in a long time that I've had someone who I feel completely comfortable discussing philosophy with. As a first impression, I've decided that he's a fairy godmother and the devil's advocate all rolled into one (maybe that's why he's so large...).

I think I said something about this new roommate being someone who's going to be very interesting to live with. His response was "You don't know the half of it." And I'm absolutely positive that he's right.

6.29.2002

I love Massachusetts



And for once I'm not being facetious. Critical Mass tonight was followed by an unusual amount of cop cars. Near the end of the ride (does it ever really end?), we encountered a couple of officers, in a paddy wagon no less, who simply didn't want us to be in their district. When they finally succeeded at completely blocking the road and forced us to stop, I ended up getting into a very respectful debate with them for at least 20 minutes. The rest of the gang sort of fizzled off in various direction, but I stuck around because I was having a grand old time. They seemed less interested in arresting us for any real infringement of the law, and more interested in generally telling us that we were wrong. I love it when cops are just annoyed enough to start making laws up. What's ironic is that people usually are, in fact, doing something illegal, only the police are so unfamilliar with the laws that they don't know it. Their basic complaint was that we were holding up traffic, which they eventually decided was grounds for arrest as we were "disturbing the peace".

Some of the highlights of the argument included:

Grumpy Cop - "I don't care about the law. The law is irrelevant." (This one really cracked me up.)

Grumpy Cop - "There's a minimum speed!" (Completely untrue on Comm. Ave in Boston)

Grumpy Cop - "Half of you don't even have helmets on!" (And your point is what?)

Me - "If we were in cars, would you have pulled us over?"
Grumpy Cop - "Of course not."

Significantly Nicer Cop - "You obviously have a talent for arguing." (To me. A nice complement, coming from a guy with a badge and a gun!)

And, finally, as we were finishing up our little debate, a guy, also on a bike, came by to mock the couple of Critical Massers who were left. He seemed to be genuinely pissed off (though I have no clue why), and he told us that we were lucky we weren't arrested, riding in the middle of the road like that. He rode off in a huff, cruising right on down the sidewalk - an action that is, of course, illegal in Boston (a fact that neither he nor the police seemed to be interested in).

All in all is was a fine evening. I got to eat at Grasshopper finally, met a nice young gentleman who I had known about but never gotten a chance to meet, hung out with Jef and Rich, participated in some wonderful dinner conversation, and got some vegan cherry cheesecake that I plan to devour tomorrow. Yay!

6.27.2002

He is a bit annoyed, to say the least.



Hear what the big guy in the sky himself has to say about his name being used in the Pledge at this Indymedia report

Don't praise the lord in my school!



50 years after president Eisenhower snuck a bit of lord praising into the Pledge of Allegiance, essentially turning it into a prayer, the supreme court's west coast district appeals court has declared it unconstitutional to say the Pledge in public schools. Thank goodness someone is finally paying attention to this blatent disregard for the founding fathers' idea of the seperation between church and state. Jefferson, Madison, and the gang were adamantly opposed to any sort of Federally-sponsored religion. They were wise enough to have looked at Europe's wartorn history and see that the cause of much bloodshed was (and still is!) the conflicting beliefs of various religions. So, it was no religion for the US of A, at least not officially. And, as old as our constitution is, it still provides the basis for an incredibly well run country. The US is first and formost based on freedom, and that means that citizens are completely free to believe whatever they wish, whether that is an omnipotent creature who wants you to eat fishies on a certain day of the week, a blue elephant with eight arms who likes to have sex, or something else entirely. Sad that our politicians see fit to ignore the wisdom of their predecessors in this matter.

Some of you may remember that, back when I was being sworn into office for the Bicycle Committee, I wrote about the problem that I was expected to swear "so help me god" before the city would allow me to serve on the committee. I was worried about the best way to deal with the problem. Should I politely decline, admitting that I am an atheist? Or should I lie? Lying while entering a public office obviously seems like a very bad idea. But declaring oneself an athiest means opening oneself up to government-sponsored religious prejudice. And, while I'm proud to be an athiest, I know that a lot of people who I need to work with in City Hall and the State House would be much less likely to want to work with me if they knew that I did not share their beliefs in an omnipotent big-guy-in-the-sky. I ended up choosing to lie, promising myself that I would try and do something about it all later (but, in the meantime, making me no better than any other two-faced politician).

Well, it seems like now is the time to get this issue off my chest (both here and in a more public view): It is not only unAmerican, but it is also completely unconstitutional to make someone pledge their allegiance to a religious figure as a part of any federal business:

The US Constitution, Article VI, Section III
"...no religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office or public trust under the United States."

And furthermore, the First Amendment says: "Congress shall make no law respecting an
establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof."

Seems pretty clear to me that there is no place for gods in government. So, why are politicians so adamant in their persecution of anyone who wants "God" left out of public affairs?

6.24.2002

modern primatives



The average American, when confronted with a proponent for peace (like myself), generally reacts with one of two emotions: violence or inquisitiveness. The violent ones react that way because they are lost and confused about life. But these people are not the ones I want to talk to right now. I want to talk to the ones who, when discovering that I'm anti-war, say "well then, what SHOULD we do?" I applaud anyone who is willing to ask this question. My answer probably isn't what most people want to hear, but it's the truth: I don't know, but I'm sure if we put our heads together we could come up with plenty of good ideas.

Think about it, the human species has been evolving for millions of years, and we've been civilized for several thousand. You mean to tell me that in all of this time we haven't been able to come up with an effective way of dealing with our problems other than resorting to violence? Seriously?

Sure, I know that violence is a holdover from our fight-or-flight days when our species was constantly in danger. And violence served us well when we encountered bigger, faster, or more clever species who wanted to eat us. But hey, we've pretty much taken care of that little inconvenience by wiping out most of these species' habitats, and running them over with our automobiles. Violence simply isn't necessary anymore for the majority of us humans who live in modern society. Its, literally, overkill. With all of the billions of dollars we humans pour into the fields of psychology, sociology, political science, anthropology, theology, epistomology (the study of learning), and other human behavior-based sciences, you'd think that we could develop a vast array of potential non-violent solutions to our problems of getting along with eachother.

The fact is that we do actually know of many solutions already. There are multiple tomes out there that offer ideas. And there are scientific studies to back up these solutions with concrete evidence. These non-violent solutions may not all work in all situations, and many may take a long time. But I'm absolutely convinced that there is always a non-violent solution to a given problem that will work as well or better than violence. If only the people in power would listen to the possibilities, instead of reaating the way humans have been reacting for millions of years. And, the only way to get the politicians, and those pulling their strings, to change their kneejerk responses is to change the way society itself responds. And that means opening people's eyes. In other words: education.

Education doesn't have to mean boring lectures in stuffy classrooms (that's not real education, anyway). Education means talking to one another. It means writing letters to the editor of your local newspaper or tv station. It means participating in your community in whatever form you feel comfortable with. School committees, hobby clubs, neighborhood picnics, coffeehouses, even bars, are all great places to talk to people and engage them in meaningful dialogue about the world. As cliche as it sounds, the pen (or spoken word) really is mightier than the sword.

As a place to start when talking about solutions to world problems and the violence caused because of them, think about why people act the way they do. As you already know, acts of violence stem from the basic premise of fight-or-flight. When people feel scared the have the choice of either running away or of lashing out at the perceived danger. (Those who choose to run away are generally less of a problem to the world.) Those who choose to lash out are the ones who we are worried about. Anger and hatred are just extensions of fear (as the wise Yoda reminded us all), and would not exist without the basic fear emotion. So, terrorists, suicide bombers, and other violent, angry, and hateful persons do what they do because they are all deathly afraid of something. Whether that threat is real or just perceived is secondary to the fact that they are quite simply afraid, and are not at all "evil". When we start thinking this way, we're able to understand these dangerous people, and only them are we able to address the root of the problem by helping them alleviate their fears. If the fears are real - like starvation, political oppression, or the threat of violence - then we can easily do something about it. We can offer sanctuary, food, education, healthcare, and other humanitarian aid. If the threat is perceived, then we can educate them or work to un-brainwash them if they've been subjected to a violent cult/religion (obviously a bit more difficult and time consuming, but perfectly doable). I guarantee that such humanitarian actions are infinitely more productive than reinforcing their fears by exploding these people's homes, families, and friends would be.

Its funny, we like to elevate the human species to be better than the rest of the animal family tree. But we really are no better than any other species when it comes to getting along with one another. If we truly want to be "eveolved" then we have to come up with a better way to live together.

6.22.2002

bags under my eyes



Man am I busy for the next several days. I've got events up the wazoo. So much so that I've run out of room on my calendar for Friday through Tuesday. (Does this mean I have a life?) Yesterday I went to a Rail-to-Trail conference out in the town I term "the suburb in the middle of nowhere" (Waltham is a very rich suburb which is mostly surrounded by quaint rural towns). The conference was ok, though I didn't really get to participate much as I ended up getting monopolized by one fellow there. He had some unique viewpoints on folk music and it's lack of republican (or libertarian for that matter) songs. After that it was on to Boston for the Fort Point Channel art party. It's funny, last year, under the aegeis of Random Turtle Productions, I held a bike ride on the Solstice (in celebration of the Rolling Blackout energy policy protest event). It was very successful, and I had hoped to keep doing it as a yearly event. But I was just too busy this year,a nd I felt kinda bad about it. The funny thing is that the Fort Point Channel artists ended up having a bike ride on the Solstice. It was even cooler than my ride, because most of the riders had gone all out decorating their bikes. (I'll get some pictures up soon.) Very cool.

Today, I'm going to try to make it to the Solar festival around the corner from me. Then I hope to get to the first ever Boston tatoo fair. Tats were banned for several decades in Massachusetts. But the state supreme court ruled the ban unconstitutional last year. Yay! Then, finally, if I haven't collapsed yet, its yet another funky SCUL ride. Hopefully, I'll be alive enough to get up early and do the Bike to the Sea benefit ride a few hours later on Sunday morning. Ugggh. What's bad is that I've already got bags under my eyes!

So anyway, happy solstice everyone!

6.19.2002

one eye is looking through rose colored glasses



The other seems to be looking through cyanish-green golored glasses. I've had this weird color difference in my eyes since I was a kid. I only really notice it on bright sunny days, and it's not really obnoxious. It does occasionally freak me out a bit though, making me think I've got a cateract or something. But then I remember that I've had this since at least age 12, so even if it is something wrong, it ain't getting worse any time soon.

So we've finally got a new roommate. He promises to be a pretty interesting guy to live with, and he definitely fits in as far as personality goes. For one thing, he's married, but his wife is going out west to forage for a house and a job while he hangs around here and toils away at a tech job. I'm sure I'll have some interesting stories about him soon enough. (He's mentioned that he's got a really good one that he only tells when he's really drunk. I'm just waiting for he and the "alchohol connoisseur" to get together for a bit of liquor...)