Pedal Strike

TweetThere are usually two choices when you’re stuck out in the frigid cold on a bicycle in too little gear: 1. go as fast as you can while hoping that the resulting body heat you create will somehow overcome the wind that you’ve also created, or 2. reduce your speed under the theory that less […]

Tweet“Remind me to invent time travel,” was the first thought that popped into my head when I finally landed in Newark last night. It consequently got tweeted a few hours later when I got back to Boston, greasy, hungry, exhausted, and reeking of airplane. I’m a fairly seasoned traveler, but suffice it to say that […]

TweetIt wasn’t New York, it wasn’t Christmas eve, and it didn’t end in the drunk tank. But it was as carefree as a “Fairytale of New York.” You know the Pogues song. With those charming lyrics [“you’re a bum, you’re a punk/you’re an old slut on junk”], it’s the song that’ll run laps around my […]

TweetWhen I first arrived in Boston, with no friends or knowledge of the city, my best friend directed me to Newbury Street. It’s no New York, she cautioned, but it would at least be something to do/see. She was right. On both points. The long stretch of Newbury Street made for good people watching and […]

TweetYesterday was cold and wet. Not the sharp cold that makes your sinuses hurt and your eyes tear up within 3 pedalstrokes. This was more a lethargic humidity that makes you briefly consider ditching class, before you reprimand yourself for how incredibly lame that would be. There was a good showing of rain too – […]