Redirect.

I've really enjoyed reading the Red Kite Prayer blog over the years. Smart, melancholy people who love bicycling like I do.

This Friday Group Ride post from early February hit me today. It's a reflection on the selfish (or not) pursuit of cycling.  Why the self-inflicted pain for uncertain gains?   I dunno, but to me it seems better than the alternative.

Can you say Stockholm syndrome?

The first review tells you all you need to know about expectations for SEPTA.

Feeling a little tired, and a lot creeped out.

Jennifer's been on a work trip for the last few days, and as is my custom, i've been sleeping like shit.  Partly that is my own doing--need to go to bed earlier--and partly it's that I really like having her around.

And now, with bleary eyes, i'm reading this piece from the New York Times, titled "One Nation, Tracked." Pretty f'n creepy. On to this bit, "How to Protect Yourself".

Necessity is the mother of invention

And sometimes you just need a steering wheel instead of handlebars.

Coffee guy

One thing that I love about Philly is that it's kind of a village.  It's a big, dirty, and often rude village, but a village nonetheless. I've got my auto paint guys, I've got the Mexican store, the Chinese corner store, and even the folks at the local Petsmart know me as the dude who always goes to buy more shrimp for his aquarium.

My favorite village find right now is Greene Street Coffee Roasters.  I can swing by the roastery before work and shoot the shit with Chris the owner. He hooks me up with what is fresh and tasty.  Sometimes I get it straight out of the roaster, so fresh it's crackling still.

Dope.

Happy birthday Jennifer

Huong Tram delivers the flavor of 40.

But they had a little help from the umami blaster.