we were fated to pretend

Last Saturday, I strapped a 4.5 foot douglas fir to my backup bike (a 1967 Mercier SS).  Unfortunately I had to walk the bike back, not quite enough space to ride.

Boerum Hill. At least 3-4 cats live in this lot, but they seem to manage to not miss meals.

Erica and Constantine joined Jenn and I for some chicken and orzo over at our place Sunday night, and we managed to burn through a whole, previously-unopened bottle of Jameson over dinner.  Perhaps that’s not as large of a feat as I’m thinking, but it certainly seemed exceptional at the time (and the following morning).

I had nothing to do with this shot, taken of my parents before I was born, but it does happen to be a favorite of mine.  The seventies hairstyles, the composition, colors, crispness, and the general Motorcycle Diaries (2004)-feel seem perfect.

4th Avenue near downtown Brooklyn.

• I did take to trying out a ninja-style balaclava to and from work the other day when the temperature began to dip.  As it turns out, those things are no joke: I actually think they’d enable one to ride a bike around Antarctica even, with how warm they keep one’s face.  However, I’ve got a feeling you’d get arrested for bringing a balaclava anywhere near an airport.

• But speaking of winter riding, someone the other day did say, “life’s too short to not ride what you’ve got,” within the context of riding one’s main, prized steel bicycle throughout the duration of a salted-road winter (as opposed to also possessing a dedicated “ice bike”).  And, while the statement can possibly be immediately dismissed as cliche, I do think it’s the best way to operate, and is arguably more rockstar than trying to be all delicate with your utilitarian items.  Stuff is just stuff, own it.

• My friend (and former classmate) Sharvin got a short writeup in the News & Observer here for a recent job change/promotion.  Big ups on continuing to advance stuff.

• In case you were curious, here’s the full gallery of wedding shots from my friends’ (Kathleen & Tom) celebration a little over a month ago.  The delay is due to the couple finally returning from an island off the coast of India, plus the ordering of prints.

• While unrelated to New York, I doubt Winehouse can make it many more years.  Things aren’t looking so hot these days, and those YouTube clips were several years ago at the point, even.

Pamela and Marta joined Jenn and I to catch Opening Night over at the Harvey, with some crazy, on-stage seating comp tickets I had.  The majority of the audience was in the normal seating area, but we got to sit on a set of seats mixed in with actors, and surprising close to the onstage nudity and such.  The performance was based on John Cassevetes’ film of the same name.  It was a little strange to see a play in Dutch, but subtitles were broadcast in several places.  Afterward, we had a few drinks down the street at Moes.

On Degraw Street, at an area I was told was once a secret spot for rampant prostitution, but has now been significantly cleaned up.

Evidence of the weather turning a little cooler outside. Also, further evidence that littering never went out of style in this town.

4 thoughts on “we were fated to pretend”

  1. great shots this week! that christmas tree looks to be a challenge to ride with. there’s a chance you could have just held it like a boombox, but you would have most likely tipped over. i have rode fixed while carrying a pizza, and it was downhill. luckily, it stayed intact. and my only bike accidents occur in my actual driveway, when i slip on leaves and fly over the handlebars and land on my gimpy arm. isn’t that the best place to just really eat it? your own driveway?

    the shot of mom and pop on their motorcycle became my facebook photo. that is just too good, i’m glad it was finally scanned in. linda said it was too bad that i didn’t have those golden locks like my father, hahaha.

    and that bag of goodies on the street, wow. a true find, haha, it’s good that you always have your camera on you for those quality shots. i mean blue trashbags, sign me up.

    and that coca cola resembles sweet and sour chicken, pineapple chicken and a side order of glazed apples. Don’t forget the sesame seeds. Check please.

  2. Andrew, I now see where you got your rebellious side as seen from the motorcycle parents….

    Born to be wild !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. clay: thanks! i haven’t tried carrying a pizza yet — but i have successfully put a whole lot of white castle food in my bag, including 2 full cups of soda, with minimal leakage while riding.

    i also haven’t encountered any wet leaves issues, but i’ve heard similar stories from people.

    good call on the coca cola, it gets more disturbing the longer you look at it, i’m afraid.

    umma: haha, i’m not sure i’ve rebelled, but i’ll keep you posted if any rebelling occurs.

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