Fountain of Wayne’s Traffic and Weather
Just when you thought I’d gone full tilt electro and dance ;-)
The latest from the venerable Goldfrapp Rocket. Bust out your late 80s attire (or the most current fashion. Ha!) and crank up the volume on your ghetto blaster!
Something tells me she’s been making her menswear look seem effortless for years.
The Architecture Issue, huh? Fascinating.
waking up at the red e cafe. $1 coffees w/ 50 cent refills.
Great lyrics of the day: ‘We were meant to be together, like traffic and weather.’
Monday Musings
So here I am home from class, sitting down to dinner, scrolling through my friends’ Facebook updates. Let’s see here…pregnancy update, home from vacation, WTF, FML, LOL, uh huh, uh huh, yeah.
Hmmm. Well…I survived my first drive by shooting tonight.
Yup.
I was riding home tonight when behind me I heard a light, airy pop pop. A sound like those pop-its you throw against the ground. I figured the cyclist I had passed earlier had just had the misfortune of popping their tire. Then I heard it again, although seeming right next to me and then a sharp sting on the inside of my right thigh. In the couple of seconds it took me to put two and two together the car was already far enough ahead that I could not get a plate number. BB gun. I didn’t miss a beat, I looked down and did not see a whole in my 501s. It was wintery cold out. I kept on pedalling home.
So I got home and had to pee. I pulled off my jeans and evidence of a dark blood blister that had concequently popped was revealed. *sigh* sonsabitches. Closer inspection of my 501s revealed a definite indentation in the weave. I washed off the blister and put a bandage on it. The welt was starting to rise.
“Well,” you might say “you can’t be too surprised. You live in North Portland.” To that I say nonsense. When I lived in suburbia where there were more “McMansions”, and Escalades than you could shake a stick at, I had my tire slashed, our fence vandalized, house egged, and even called cops on a neighborhood house that had kids throwing water balloons at cars from the backyard….turned out to be a gang house.
The fact of the matter is, is that bad parenting permiates every strata of our society. We don’t have to look very far to find evidence that this is true.
That being said, I probably will consider riding the MAX home when it’s after my evening class.
Now I can add “shot at” to my cycling street cred. Along with being struck two separate times by negligent motorists. Shouldn’t I get a badge or something?
Ha, yes! Just got word that I got my transfer to a downtown Starbucks store!
Vinh’s niece Ava turned two years old this past February. How to eat birthday cake is just one of those primal skills ingrained in our DNA over the generations, as displayed by this adorable little girl.
Vinh begins the corruption of his niece early. “Wanna eat the penguin head?”
