I'm a lasagna boy!

It's in the can.

The Future of Food will play two nights at the The Castro;
Bikes Against Bush: video shorts will play as part of the 2004 Bicycle Film Festival in San Francisco.
How many clowns can you fit onto a conference bike?

Razzmatazz in peace

Ed Zelinksy, whose Musee Mecanique brings old-tyme laffs and joy to San Francisco, died Thursday.

This is Bliss

Carfree Week, and what does California's Governor do? He signs into law a piece of crap that allows single-occupancy hybrid cars to use the carpool lanes.
When we should be seeking solutions to reduce freeway traffic and to eliminate highway congestion; at a time when we should promote alternative transportation and find ways to eliminate vehicle trips, the Governor and State Legislature have found a way to add cars to the already-burdened carpool lanes, and to let people think that driving one in a car is okay. It's not. The problem is not miles to the gallon, it's air quality, proximity of services.

To infinity and beyond!

While I admit to a love of infinity and of a certain cat, I never thought to combine the two.
And a-propos of math, a research group at Berkeley will place puzzle placards on a quarter of MUNI buses. The puzzles will feature appealing math puzzles and offer rewards for correct solutions.

We will meet in the place where there is no darkness

Re-read Nineteen eighty-four in a beautiful paperback facsimile first edition.

These things happen," he began vaguely. "I have been able to recall one instance -- a possible instance. It was an indiscretion, undoubtedly. We were producing a definitive edition of the poems of Kipling. I allowed the word 'God' to remain at the end of a line. I could not help it!" he added almost indignanty, raising his face to look at Winston. "It was impossible to change the line. The rhyme was 'rod.' Do you realise that there are only twelve rhymes to 'rod' in the entire language? For days I had racked my brains. There was no other rhyme."

The precepts of doublethink, once a symbol of Totalitarian regimes such as Stalin's (and the mustachioed Big Brother of the book bears an eerie metaphorical likeness to him), makes me wonder: are we actually at war with any country?

Can't stop this!

Messengers on fixed-gear bicycles think they're so hot.
On the other hand, cyclocross is hot. Beware of any enterprise which requires new clothes.

Can't touch this (yo)

Foods you cannot eat because the US goverment doesn't permit it.
This include jamón iberico. Dammit. I'm going to Barcelona.

Ivan the Terrible

Hurricane rains hit Pittsburgh yesterday:

Waller and Steiner: "The more you buy, the more you save!"

For the past month, I have not seen the Santa-hat-wearing fellow who sells books each Sunday mid-day at the corner of Waller and Steiner. He stopped me one morning out on the stoop, while he was negotiating three shopping carts laden with his stock-in-trade, and asked if I wanted to sell him the stuff I was putting out onto the sidewalk. I told him he could take it all in exchange for three books. I wonder if he's moved to another intersection? Have we fallen from favour? (He brought levity to the oddly grimy corner, and also kept it neatly swept. He gave picture-books to kids.)