Friday, July 31, 2009


I've recently re-discovered how much I love bicycling. I started biking to work and fell in love with it. On top of my love of biking, we've also had an amazing and rare summer in Chicago. It's been very mild and very beautiful--- like, every day. Perfect biking weather. Very low humidity, and always in the 70's/80's. Perfecto! It's even helped me lose a little weight. Bonus!

Only problem is my bike. It's lost it's biking magic. The pedals are cracked and old= not safe. The spokes on my wheels are rusty... that just feels not safe. My breaks are bad. The gears are kinda rusty/worn. The tires are cracked and leaky.

Le sigh.

New bikes are so expensive. And who wants to stand in one of those bread lines for a used bike?

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

90's music kick

My roommate and I have decided that we're on a 90's-music-only diet. From here on out it's only Tori Amos, PJ Harvey, Smashing Pumpkins, Belly, Breeders, Smoking Popes. Sorry to those of you who may have to ride in my car.

Monday, July 21, 2008

I hate to say it but...

American Gladiators is the hottest show on TV.


and also

TV will never be the same.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

When you get knocked down, I guess you just gotta get back up.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

I'll admit it

I'm a horoscope junkie. Why is it always so in tune with what I'm thinking or feeling that day? My favorite is Georgia Nicols, in the Chicago Sun Times. Holiday Mathis, who also is published in the SunTimes is a total hack. Georgia, on the other hand, gives me the exact times of day that it is ok to shop or make important decisions.

Most importantly, Georgia has advised me not to speak to most of you, my loving friends. Sorry, it's in the stars folks.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Vote for Clinton, but actually, just vote

Just a quick post. I'm voting for Clinton tomorrow. I've decided. It's been a tortured decision. I decided I've been waiting for this for awhile.

Ever since Tina Fey said on SNL's Weekend Update in 2000, "When Hillary Clinton was asked if she would consider running for President in 2004 she said, 'Absolutely not, it's not on my agenda.' Which, in Clinton-speak, means 'I will be President in 2004." It made my mouth water. I got excited about the idea of a woman as President.

Then the Iraq war came and I fell out of love with her.

Then I wanted Al Gore to run. Still kind of bummed that he's not.

I started out thinking I was going to be a huge Obama supporter. But he just didn't give me any substance. I thought I would hate Hillary starting out (given her war vote). But what I got from Hill was sharp debate performances, substantive policy and a message that focused on competency and results.

Did Bill go too far in his attacks on Obama? Maybe. But this is nothing compared to what will happen during the general election. McCain won't be saying that Obama is like Jesse Jackson, he'll be calling him a rabid Malcom X that wants to eliminate white people from America. The Clinton's attacks are nothing.

Ultimately what has solidified my support is a blog post that I read today. I take it very seriously when a candidate actually asks for my vote. Hillary actually asked, explicitly, for LGBT American's votes. She advertises in the Windy City News (Chicago's gay alternative paper). She marches in gay pride parades. There is something about her that makes me think LGBT rights will not be an after thought of her administration.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we'll wind up with more "don't ask, don't tell." All I can do is vote for what I hope.

And what I hope is that Hillary wins, chooses Obama as her running mate (THAT would be a ticket that makes history), grinds up the Republican right wing into a fine powder and snorts it... and then goes back to dancing to Daft Punk in her living room.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Romney for Prez because Tom Brady can't win a game.

andreakw from flickr

So, I made a pre-super bowel deal with my friends that if the Giants won the game, I would vote for Mitt(ens) Romney.

What have I gotten myself into?

Although, he does have a son named Tagg.

Damn you Tom Brady.