Last night I felt like someone was following me home. I know this sounds alarming but actually I was not at all alarmed at the time (I am only slightly alarmed at myself now as I write this). Bear with me as I explain: If you ride your bike in New York City you know […]
Tag: New York City
Fresh cut
The other day a woman in a coffee shop told me that she liked my hair. I smiled at her but I also smiled to myself because earlier that day I’d been cursing my hair. It’s been falling out, you see, and I’ve been down about it. But–the fact that my hair is falling out […]
Troubled
Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished.-The Gospel of Thomas When I showed up for work on Friday afternoon my co-instructor, Caroline, asked me how I was and I said, it’s been a rough week. And she asked […]
Crazy girl/cool girl
About a month ago I was waiting at a bus stop around 10pm. The street was mostly dark and residential except for a bodega which was bright enough to light up even the sidewalk outside. And in one of the sidewalk squares of light was a woman, face tilted up towards the apartment over the […]
No matter how big or how small
Several weeks ago (idk how long but it was snowing out) late on a Sunday night I decided to take a train to a bus to get home. I hadn’t taken that particular route home before so I ended up waiting at a bus stop on a strange, dark corner of Brooklyn in the snow […]
Things I smell while riding my bike
Day: Saturday April 13Time: 5:30am-8amLocation: Ridgewood, Greenpoint, Williamsburg, NolitaWeather: Light rain, heavy rain, drizzle, mist, dry, mistSmells: wet, exhaust, bread, exhaust, shit, warm butter, bacon egg and cheese, sour garbage, weed, coffee, exhaust, sugary croissants, lakes, spring, Southern France, cigarettes, exhaust
Wrangle
I work sometimes for a bike collective. We have several cargo bikes that we use for delivery jobs around the city. Bikes are stored in Greenpoint or the Upper East Side. Or at a garage in South Brooklyn. Or at someone’s house. When someone from the collective uses a bike for work or otherwise we […]
