Six random paragraphs

The wicker man
I was biking to work yesterday morning and I saw this awesome guy. He looked like that scraggly guy from the front of Fleetwood Mac's Rumours. He had a little pointy beard and a floppy kind of witchy rain hat on his head. And he was riding a bicycle that was all about wicker. Yes, wicker. He had woven wicker into both of his wheels; they looked like big, flat rattan pancakes. And he had multiple wicker baskets on the front, sides and back of his bike. Go wicker man!

The 1970's: pre-stained
I promised J that I would blog about one of his obsessions: pale creamy yellow utensils and furniture from the late seventies. His theory is that people in the seventies started to manufacture things that looked previously cigarette stained. Because everything already looked all dirty back in the sixties and seventies anyway.

Hey, this is Jason here, correcting the paragraph, immediately above. We have all seen appliances in that awful tallow yellow colour, right? A yellow fridge, or stove. It dawned on me a while back that these disgustingly coloured appliances actually match cigarette stained kitchen walls perfectly. So I figured that in the early 70s, when these colours started appearing, it was a market response to tired 50s moms, who could no longer muster the strength to repaint their kitchens and wanted something that matched. There. Get it? Jason out.

Hey, how come my parties aren't this much fun?
And by looking up "1970s yellow" I found these amazing party photos. These people look like fun.

Fireside chat for other cyclists
One of the things I love about Montreal is that we're a city of anarchists. Nobody does what they're told. If you tell a Montrealer to do something, she'll often go out and do the absolute opposite.

Still, I had a secret moment of glee I heard that the police were out ticketing cyclists. Because, as much as I endorse the city's "do whatever you want at your own risk" credo, I've seen cyclists do some pretty retarded things... risking their lives just to look cool or save time or hell if I know...

The way I see it, we're never going to get respect from drivers if we're riding our bikes all over the road as if we don't understand how to read traffic signs. At least, as cyclists, we need to act like cycling is a choice... not something we do because we're too stupid to go out and get a driver's license.