October 6, 2008 at 7:55 am
I can’t believe it happened again. No, really, I can’t believe it actually happened again.
Dear City of Indianapolis,
Please stop throwing a parade every time I go downtown on the weekend. I’m flattered that you think I’m so awesome that there needs to be a parade every time I grace your metropolis with my presence on the weekends. But next time, I swear I will plow through your bright orange blockades to get into the parking garage.
In June I tried rendezvousing with my mother to visit the tea room when I was detoured by the gay pride parade. Last Saturday, I drove downtown to take part in the Cultural Trail bicycle tour and couldn’t get past the roadblocks for the Circle City Classic parade. How many parades does this city have in a year? And is there a parade warning list I can be put on to warn me the next time a marching band stands between me and the parking garage?
Despite the barriers, I was able to drive downtown, pull my bike out [...]
September 18, 2008 at 6:35 am
I bought a bike. I probably paid fifty dollars more for it than if I had shopped around. They charged me extra for the kickstand and the water bottle holder too. But I decided I needed to buy a bike already or I would never do it. So I bought a bike – a beautiful, blue bike. I’ve named her Bluebell.
She has flowers and bubbles imprinted on her handles and seat.
And stylish decals painted on her frame.
Basically, this bike is targeted at young women who aren’t as concerned about performance as they are about riding a pretty bike, a demographic I fall squarely in. If you fall in that demographic too and want to buy your own, she’s a Trek 7100 WSD.
I rode Bluebell to Butler University to buy Avenue Q tickets, saving money on gas and obscene TicketMaster “convenience” fees which I have never found to be convenient. However, I’d forgotten I was getting my hair cut on the same day. So I went to the stylist and told her I was going out [...]
September 4, 2008 at 10:03 pm
Last month I spent 10 minutes in the makeup aisle deciding between “Rum Raisin” and “Dark Brown” eyeliner. I was absent the day they taught 13-year-old girls how to use makeup, so I’ve only been learning recently. As my red shopping basket grew heavier, I knew it was absurd to be standing there debating the relative benefits of dark brown over a slightly less dark brown with a cutesy name, but I just couldn’t make up my mind about makeup.
“Rum raisin is a much better name than dark brown,” I thought as I picked it off the metal rod.
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t judge a color by its name. Dark brown might better match your coloring,” I thought as I put it back and reached for the other product.
“Wait, if I wear an orange dress does brown break a rule of complimentary colors? Is there a color wheel anywhere around here?” I looked around and had flashbacks to the color theory segment in my Graphic Design I class.
Rum raisin or dark brown? Rum raisin or [...]
May 23, 2008 at 10:25 am
When I graduated from high school 10 years ago, we could drive to the southwest side of town and get gas for $0.99 a gallon. Everywhere else it was $1.00 or $1.02 or $1.03, but over by Dixie Highway you could still get it for under a dollar. Gas prices are now at about $4.00 a gallon, which means the price of gas has quadrupled in the past 10 years. I’m pretty sure American paychecks have not quadrupled in the past decade, and I know the minimum wage hasn’t.
Do you know what craziness this has spurred? According to the news last night, people are riding bikes to work. And they’re carpooling. Horrors! Some people are even trying to sell their SUV’s, though nobody is buying. So, even though I hate paying $4.00 a gallon for gas, I can’t help but think it is a good thing in many ways for our environment and for the health of the community. Less cars on the roads means cleaner air. More bikers means people are getting more exercise.
May 14, 2008 at 7:58 am
When my older brother was in elementary school, he came home one day and asked my mom for a dollar to buy a raffle ticket. This was the 80′s, so a dollar could buy you at least two gallons of gas back then. It was big money.
“Why do you need it?” she asked.
“I’m going to win a bike!” he told her.
The school was raffling off prizes as part of a fundraiser and my brother had his eye on the shiny, yellow, 10-speed bicycle. My mom gave him a dollar and prepared for the fallout when the young boy had a sudden lesson in probability outside of math class.
The next week he walked home with a shiny, yellow, 10-speed bicycle. Screw you, probability!
When Lipton Tea contacted me asking if I’d like to give away a bike on my web site as part of a promotion for their new Lipton’s White Teas, I thought of my brother and decided, “Yes, I would!” I try not to do too many corporate promotions around here since I consider this [...]