Monday, August 28, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
For A Statue
When the City finally tears these monuments out of the ground - and now, because of 8-12, they will have no choice - they will melt them down right there on site, re-use the bronze to build new statues, to pay tribute to people like Heather Heyer who tried to fight off an invasion with open arms.
Because that's honestly what it felt like: An Invasion. I really didn't care about our statues before 8-12. I could see both sides - both the need for social progress and also the need to maintain an honest assessment of our past. But I'm unclear on how one's right to march down the street with AR-15's, body armor, and gas masks in an act of intimidation is protected by the Bill of Rights as a means of peaceful protest. Apparently, the legal line between open carry and brandishing has now settled right at the act of pulling the trigger. These are strange times. Somewhere, MLK must have rolled over in his grave, turned on the news, given it the middle finger, and then rolled back over and went to sleep.
I just don't think you can invade our town, kill the locals, and expect us to protect your statues anymore.
Like it or not, where once stood a monument in remembrance of The Lost Cause, the complexity and meaning of which we struggle to understand, we will have, instead, an equally-sized statue of Heather's Chihuahua, Violet, smiling in that way that Chihuahuas do.
Because Karma might be slow, but eventually it works.
A statue of Berke Bates and that birthday cake he never got a chance to enjoy.
A statue of Jay Cullen ripping it down Tilman West. We could put that one over in Stokesville. There are no words to adequately thank you for your service and sacrifice, Jay. You were literally protecting my town in our darkest hour, and you paid for that with your life.
Revisionist History notwithstanding, I'm just sad at this point, and I'm sick of it. Where before I think you could have split rooms in Charlottesville on the subject of Confederate Statues, I think 8-12 stacks the deck almost completely against them.
What exactly was the point, then?
"What is this statue trying to tell him?
Think of me when you put on a wig?
Think of my wooden teeth and remember to floss?
Think of me before catching pneumonia?
Think of me when you lose to the North?
Think of me when you cross your next river?
Think of the memory of me outlasting my lifetime while you're going to die unmissed, unremembered, and unloved you stupid schmuck."
-Marianne Wiggins, Almost Heaven
Because that's honestly what it felt like: An Invasion. I really didn't care about our statues before 8-12. I could see both sides - both the need for social progress and also the need to maintain an honest assessment of our past. But I'm unclear on how one's right to march down the street with AR-15's, body armor, and gas masks in an act of intimidation is protected by the Bill of Rights as a means of peaceful protest. Apparently, the legal line between open carry and brandishing has now settled right at the act of pulling the trigger. These are strange times. Somewhere, MLK must have rolled over in his grave, turned on the news, given it the middle finger, and then rolled back over and went to sleep.
I just don't think you can invade our town, kill the locals, and expect us to protect your statues anymore.
Like it or not, where once stood a monument in remembrance of The Lost Cause, the complexity and meaning of which we struggle to understand, we will have, instead, an equally-sized statue of Heather's Chihuahua, Violet, smiling in that way that Chihuahuas do.
Because Karma might be slow, but eventually it works.
A statue of Berke Bates and that birthday cake he never got a chance to enjoy.
A statue of Jay Cullen ripping it down Tilman West. We could put that one over in Stokesville. There are no words to adequately thank you for your service and sacrifice, Jay. You were literally protecting my town in our darkest hour, and you paid for that with your life.
Revisionist History notwithstanding, I'm just sad at this point, and I'm sick of it. Where before I think you could have split rooms in Charlottesville on the subject of Confederate Statues, I think 8-12 stacks the deck almost completely against them.
What exactly was the point, then?
"What is this statue trying to tell him?
Think of me when you put on a wig?
Think of my wooden teeth and remember to floss?
Think of me before catching pneumonia?
Think of me when you lose to the North?
Think of me when you cross your next river?
Think of the memory of me outlasting my lifetime while you're going to die unmissed, unremembered, and unloved you stupid schmuck."
-Marianne Wiggins, Almost Heaven
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Blinky
Look people.
If you want to live to see the nuclear apocalypse, you gotta survive a few more weeks. And, assuming you ride bikes, which I assume you do a lot of if you're reading way down here at the bottom of the bike internet, then the PSA from Marky Mark below should be something you read, process, and act upon.
I'll trail off here, as I tend to do with most things before I'm actually finished, and just let MM do the talking:
Hey everyone,
Commute away, by all means. We all will have very little to lose anyway as that point as genuine panic and anarchy set in, and you know how some commuters ride pretty much nuke or shine (Noah.)
And up and up and up.
If you want to live to see the nuclear apocalypse, you gotta survive a few more weeks. And, assuming you ride bikes, which I assume you do a lot of if you're reading way down here at the bottom of the bike internet, then the PSA from Marky Mark below should be something you read, process, and act upon.
I'll trail off here, as I tend to do with most things before I'm actually finished, and just let MM do the talking:
From: Marky Mark
To: EveryoneHey everyone,
i know this subject has been beat to death on forums, facebooks, etc. But I really want to hammer this point home.
We live in rural VA and commute 25+mi to/from the city on rural roads for over a decade. I ride my bike to/from the city and see on a daily basis the struggle between motorists and cyclists to get from point A to point B safely. Of a particular concern for me as a motorist and cyclist is the lack of daytime lights among cyclists. There is a false impression that hi-vis clothing makes you visible to motorists. In many conditions that is true. However during high contrast situations (sunny days along rural roads with intermittent tree cover) hi vis clothing is worthless.
I have lost count the number of times I have had "oh shit moments" when I have suddenly encountered cyclists during high contrast days on rural roads. I have attached a photo to illustrate what I encounter as a motorist commuting home a sunny day. 3 cyclists riding single file. One in a hi-vis kit. They are doing everything right but they are not visible to motorists without a blinky.
Y'all are my friends and I really want to see my friends arrive home safely. We as cyclists have the same rights to the road at motorists, but we are at a distinct disadvantage when it comes to a 2 ton vehicle driven by distracted people. We need every advantage we can get. If you doubt that, you can ping Carla. She is an a jewitt brace for 6 weeks with two L4 fractures because she lost the bike/car battle on a rural road.
Thanks and /PSA
I think it's 100% true - especially as we get down to the point when the end of days becomes really obvious, and the driving will become a little...tense, shall we say - that having a blinky on your butt could save your life. For a little while.
But please, blinky up.
Every damn time.
Monday, August 7, 2017
The Beaver Results
Contributors are now sending me Beaver Pictures from other countries. |
By the time the Paranormal rolls around, I reckon there will be 1 more mile of single track with a semi-decisive climb, which would make a lap about 8 miles with 1000 feet of up per. Should be about right.
Until such time, keep the rubber side down and the beaver behind you at all costs.
He lurks.
UP. UP. UP.
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