Pedal Strike

TweetLike Proust and his madeleines, certain scents can have me mentally reeling back to, well, remembering things past. I still have a soft spot for Old Spice Sport which will eternally be linked to college boyfriends, late night games of beirut, the beer-soaked floor of fraternities and a particular red vinyl couch [patched with duct […]

TweetOh, and study. That’s pretty much all I did yesterday. I fell into bed early on Saturday in anticipation for the Sunday morning ride, even though there was no route planned. And possibly no ride partner, Pete having texted me late Saturday night that he was up for the ride but was an “anarchist party.” […]

TweetWhenever my Mom tries to admonish me about not being [insert any adjective of your choosing, popular ones include: smart, stylish, intelligent, prepared] enough, I pull out a handy Japanese proverb: “A frog’s child is a frog, Mom, I’m only going to be as good as you and Dad.”* To which she will either sigh, […]

TweetDespite both of my classes having been canceled today, I rolled out of bed at the usual time. Granted, I can’t sleep past 8am on any day, anyway, but I was sort of excited to get up and pick my way across a floor littered with fabric, tailor’s chalk, and some random pins [ouch!]. I […]

TweetNot a Fugazi reference, although I like that album too. I tend to fall on the side of depressingly pessimistic in regards to most aspects of life…but when good/fun things happen, I sometimes retrace my steps, do all the same things, consciously reliving moments, in hopes of repeating the fun. That almost makes me sound […]