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
I am so grateful for your consistent commitment to community building/sharing/praising.
Well done. Thank you!!
Thank you for this manifesto! It is just what I needed today.
Love this essay and wearing my recently arrived potlucks! Hat