The Cycling Siren: Colorado to California

Outside, the surf pounds like an impatient chef on a cutting board. But with more finesse — sandpipers run in between each crashing wave, a breeze jostles the palms, nasturtiums … Continue reading The Cycling Siren: Colorado to California

A Midsummer Night’s Restau-Rant (aka more than a fortnight passed since last I blogged)

On the dawn of my 33rd year on this planet (Saturday, August 6th, otherwise known as my birthday), I worked… a lot. Pre-work, I made myself a cappuccino and got … Continue reading A Midsummer Night’s Restau-Rant (aka more than a fortnight passed since last I blogged)

#whydomylegsstillhurt: Another Bike Riding Story

I realize — as most of us eventually do — I have limits. I can arise happily at 8:04; meanwhile, 7:04 will mean a series of small defeats timed in … Continue reading #whydomylegsstillhurt: Another Bike Riding Story

To Serve and Protect You From Yourself

On this — the eve of The Great Grinding Halt, otherwise called mud season — I feel it appropriate to spit out another rant. We restaurant folk have been caught … Continue reading To Serve and Protect You From Yourself

Back on the Horn

And then there were none. Again, boredom and sweet solitude settled around us like the snow we’ve been lacking all season. The grocery store: a place of zen and miracles, … Continue reading Back on the Horn

Switching Gears: Tread Whitely

Today, I went to the post office. I stood outside under the roof of the building, out-of-the-way but near the front door. The wind howled in my ear about blizzards … Continue reading Switching Gears: Tread Whitely