First of all I want to thank my six loyal readers for sticking around through the first few months of this site's existence. Seriously, I appreciate everyone stopping by. It is especially nice to see readers popping in from the other side of the world. 'Howdy folks!' That's the way we say it here in the U S of A, in our big ten-gallon hats.
I welcome any comments or random musings you might want to pass along: robert at industrializedcyclist dot com.
There have been some snide comments and criticisms involving the look of the site. Some folks are having trouble reading against the black background. That problem is exacerbated by egregious font substitution in certain browsers. Others have commented, and not positively, that the design conjures early-nineties retro web chic. Yes yes. I apologize to these haters but will probably keep the black for now.
Dan in Yellow Springs, Ohio wondered how Jeffrey Hiles, author of LISTENING TO BIKE LANES, gained his knowledge of bike lanes anyway, as there are apparently no such things in the part of Ohio from where Hiles hails. '... the paper seems gaseous to me as a 'meta-metitation' on something he's likely never ridden or experienced on a daily basis?' I'll have to take Dan's word for it as I've not been riding much around there and don't know where Hiles rides. My wife however went to school at Antioch and speaks of it occasionally. Frankly, it seems like a strange school. One of the things she mentioned was that TV's Dave Chappelle has a farm near there. So every time I think of Yellow Springs I get an image of Dave Chappelle on a tractor. In any case speaking gaseously about places and things you've never seen is a great tradition of bicycling blowhards across the land. It is perhaps the defining characteristic of cycling advocacy.
After my rant on Denver's Wall of Nothing, Steve commented on public art that detracts from natural art: 'Last summer in Denver, coming down 13th, it was hard to see the mountains. Some ridiculous abstraction was in my line of sight.' Steve refers to Lebiskind's art museum. Its silver zig-zaggery does loom in front of the mountain view, but then so does the orange-brown cloud most days. One thing we can say about the new art museum, it sure is pointy. One of the pointiest buildings in town, for sure.
Leroy from Denver proposed a novel solution to the practical problems posed by painting something so gigantic as the Wall of Nothing: '... use a computer-controlled paintball machine-gun that precisely aimed the properly colored balls at the correct locations on the wall, forming a huge raster image.' This is an idea whose time has come, if only we can get the properly colored balls.
Along those lines, Chris suggested we 'paint a huge mural of Hillary and Obama shaking hands, in time for the convention.' Not bad, I can think of a lot of stuff to put up there, including but not limited to ManBearPig, dogs playing poker, or Dave Chappelle riding a tractor.
I also received some comments on my helmet and messenger posts, and I'll get to some of those tomorrow if I get the chance. To Be Continued ...