The universe is really laughing its ass off. This is the final post on New World Sourdough for the foreseeable future.
Miscellaneous
Becoming a Cyclist: My Setup
I picked my bike out of a rewards catalog, so I only had one decision to make: a horizontal top tube (aka a “boy’s bike”), or a sloping top tube (aka a “girl’s bike”). Thank goodness I didn’t have to make any more decisions, because I spent the next three months comparing and considering and … Continue reading Becoming a Cyclist: My Setup
Becoming a Cyclist: Learning to Ride
The phrase “just like riding a bike” gets thrown around pretty freely in conversation and pop culture, carrying the implication that “riding a bike” is a simple task, taught once to children who never lose the skill. Growing up (sidenote--I carry more emotional bike baggage than I ever knew), there were two types of bicycles: … Continue reading Becoming a Cyclist: Learning to Ride
Queen Harvest’s Top Ten (10) Movies of 2018
The One that Holds Everything (The Romanoffs Episode 8) The Violet Hour (The Romanoffs Episode 1) End of the Line (The Romanoffs Episode 7) House of Special Purpose (The Romanoffs Episode 3) The Royal We (The Romanoffs Episode 2) Bright and High Circle (The Romanoffs Episode 5) Expectations (The Romanoffs Episode 4) Panorama (The Romanoffs … Continue reading Queen Harvest’s Top Ten (10) Movies of 2018
Becoming a Cyclist: Gearing Up
Right now my bike is propped up in a closet, a frame without a front tire or pedals, hidden from a curious cat. The bike came in a box “partially assembled” with “all necessary tools,” but the instructions are clearly designed for someone who has put bikes together before (or at least knows what a … Continue reading Becoming a Cyclist: Gearing Up
Becoming a Cyclist: A Crisis Of Identity
I started as a driver in the suburbs. Suburban Alabama does not accommodate bicycles; the lanes are designed for the exclusive use of Ford F-150s. Even in my mid-size sedan, cyclists were always In The Way. A single bicycle could convert the steady flow of the two-lane highway between my town and the interstate into … Continue reading Becoming a Cyclist: A Crisis Of Identity
Inventory of a Stolen Purse
Black leather purse. Portable battery charger. 4" lightning cable. Small, rectangular, metal plate stamped with La Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre. Recovered from my grandmother's home in Miami after her death. Magnet spelling out "DENVER," decorated with the “C” of the Colorado flag. Airport souvenir for my Dad. Plastic pill container with emergency stores … Continue reading Inventory of a Stolen Purse
Smile and Safety Pins
Some months back I read an article about how the AmazonSmile program can have a suppression effect on users’ charitable giving. Essentially, with every purchase through AmazonSmile the user gets the good feelings that come with donating money to charity, and this satisfaction relieves the user of any obligation he or she may feel to … Continue reading Smile and Safety Pins
Lost Tea Time Is Not Found Again
I do not pretend to be a tea expert. More renowned, Englisher minds than mine have given specific guidelines for proper tea preparation and consumption. I drink tea like an American. An American who doesn’t let the English boss her around. An American who wants a moderate amount of caffeine, is nominally avoiding artificial sweeteners, … Continue reading Lost Tea Time Is Not Found Again
Limerick on Luther
During my first semester in college I learned my favorite fact about Martin Luther. His revolutionary revelations were facilitated by long hours enduring digestive issues. As a good Catholic and teenage smart ass, I couldn't help but pen the following limerick: Luther suffered severe constipation Causing him years of hellish frustration. In the hours he … Continue reading Limerick on Luther
Put It In Your Hat 