Atwater Village, Yelle, Walking, Driving, Riding.
Pick Your Part
I Love A Little Pussy, Ride A Cock Horse
I am not so mature that I don’t enjoy a little Mother Goose.
Tofu Pho Fantasy
Tofu not content just being Tofu, takes on many forms, most delicious.
The Inevitable Fixed Gear
Originally uploaded by Jory .
Well, there you have it. The wheel of my bike with a fixed gear attached.
It all seems so inevitable now. The stages of adoption of any trend are as follows.
1. Awareness: In this stage the subject becomes aware that a trend exists. I was aware of fixed gear bikes in the 90s due to Sheldon Brown’s website but I never knew it was a trend until I returned to researching bikes online in the last few years. At that point I felt surrounded by the fixed gear trend in the Silver Lake area of Los Angeles.
2. Fascination: “Whoa! Just What Is It that Makes Today’s Bikes So Different, So Appealing, So Chic and Unique?”
3. Distain: “This has nothing to do with me. Hi, I’m a narcissist.”
4. Mockery: Fear sets in (see 3 above) and the resulting urge to ridicule. “Check out that hipster with no breaks on his bike! Gimmie a break! HA HA! Get it?”
5. Adoption: Fascination wins out over fear. Wisdom over narcissism. “This vehicle has a compelling feature set which pairs nicely with MY lifestyle and personality.”
6. Promotion: The trends continues to expand. “I am blogging about my bicycle.”
Breakfast in Berlin
More Munny, Mo Problems
Munny, Munny, Munny, Mun-ny!
It took my coworker Brian, entering a Munny contest to get me to finally customize a vinyl toy.
Here’s the concept so far. Heart shapes make up the facial features, eyes, nose, mouth and ears.
The back of the head is decorated with an image of a rotary telephone. The back of the torso becomes a ‘Snoopy’ face.
Stay tuned for more updates – I am working to get this finished in a week or so.
Happy Birthday Happy Birthday
I was floored the other day when watching this record covered by the Ting Tings on Yo Gabba Gabba. I loved Altered Images back in the day. This album was in heavy rotation on my portable cassette tape player.
Check the YouTube. Happy, indeed.
New Sporty Saddle from Coco’s Variety
Happy New Year! Now, check this out:
It even comes with it’s own padlock which I am going to have to cut off with bolt cutters.
Coco’s Variety Store in Elysian Valley has really good stuff right now. They always have really good stuff but now they have even more, especially of the Bicycle variety. They had a vintage Brooks Saddle – the pro kind with the big copper rivets – for cheap (around 60 bucks) but this beauty caught my eye for cheaper (just 6 bucks). You can’t front on that.
New Years resolution, finish (or start) a new bike project and know that you will find help at Coco’s – they do repair work, too.
Behold the Buddha Machine
This just arrived in the mail from Insound, a record store located New York. It is a music player created by the ambient music artists Christiaan Virant and Zhang Jian, known collectively as FM3. It plays 9 ambient music loops, making this a Nine-Track Player (one more than eight.)
About the size of a deck of cards, or say, one of those iPod things, it is a joy to hold, and to behold. Yes, the music is very beautiful coming out of the tiny speaker (I’ll have more to say about the music after a listen for a few days) but the thrill comes from the matching of the aural experience with the physical experience of the small device which seems to have come from some other time and place. There is no USB port. You can’t add or remove content. Instead the music stays locked in, incased and inseparable from the object that contains it. This is the part that floors me.
Blogging from my iPhone
I just downloaded the new WordPress app for iPhone. I expect this will be a watershed moment in my blogging career. Or not.
I expect the next moment like this to be – I don’t know, Cut and Paste? As I write this from my phone it occurs to me what it was to like to write before word processors, BEFORE cut and paste. Maybe I will just go slower.
Mike Carroll – Good Work.
When I was in 6th grade we scrubbed our trucks against the curb by hand in an effort to create an illusion of ‘gnarly grind skillz’. This is what the real thing looks like.
I am happy to say I saw this evidence on the curb first hand on Fairfax Avenue yesterday.
Mike detects curb accretion here. No parking in the Red Zone. The Red Zone is for grinding only!