For three reasons, I just subscribed (finally) after reading you for years. One, simply, that it was beyond time, embarrassingly so. Two, I share your tendency in my (amateur) writing for a prodigious use (I'm not going to say overuse) of parenthesis. And three, for this sentence, or phrase alone: "...carrying on even when other people ignore the dickens out of me..." Thanks for your work. I could not love it more, or more consistently.
Tangentially related, but can I share a fun story about the Chattanooga bike project predecessor to the White Oak Bike Co-op? That city used to have a bike project run by the punks. I happened to be visiting the week that my bike frame literally snapped apart, and was hanging out in the house that ran the bike project out of the basement. I took home a 1970's Raleigh road bike frame but didn't realize until I got it home that most of the Schwinn parts I had weren't compatible, so I donated it to the Bloomington Bike Project (and managed to get my frame repaired by a welder). Fast forward a few years and I started hanging out with my now-husband, and immediately recognized his bike, which he had gotten from his friend who had gotten it from the bike project. I love how a good old bike can really get around. Long live bike projects!
For three reasons, I just subscribed (finally) after reading you for years. One, simply, that it was beyond time, embarrassingly so. Two, I share your tendency in my (amateur) writing for a prodigious use (I'm not going to say overuse) of parenthesis. And three, for this sentence, or phrase alone: "...carrying on even when other people ignore the dickens out of me..." Thanks for your work. I could not love it more, or more consistently.
Thank you! And also, game recognize game (parenthetically)!
Parentheses!
Tangentially related, but can I share a fun story about the Chattanooga bike project predecessor to the White Oak Bike Co-op? That city used to have a bike project run by the punks. I happened to be visiting the week that my bike frame literally snapped apart, and was hanging out in the house that ran the bike project out of the basement. I took home a 1970's Raleigh road bike frame but didn't realize until I got it home that most of the Schwinn parts I had weren't compatible, so I donated it to the Bloomington Bike Project (and managed to get my frame repaired by a welder). Fast forward a few years and I started hanging out with my now-husband, and immediately recognized his bike, which he had gotten from his friend who had gotten it from the bike project. I love how a good old bike can really get around. Long live bike projects!
It is now my goal to somehow encounter this much gifted bike in the wild
Thank you for this manifesto! It is just what I needed today.