Twenty five years ago, when I was but a budding, punk rock–obsessed bass player, Davis, California’s Necromancy was about the hottest ticket on the Yolo County scene—at least as far as I was concerned. I saw them just about every chance I got (which admitedly wasn’t too often. I was 15 years old, after all). I must have looped this 5/6 song demo a thousand times.
On my ride home from work the other day, I passed a disheveled looking man on a bicycle (riding on the against-traffic side on the sidewalk1, at dusk, without a light, a helmet, or proper reflectors). As I passed him, he remarked about my flashing white light, “Those flashing lights are illegal!”
If you didn’t already just love astronaut Mike Massimino to death, he goes and writes something like this.
The first thing I had to do was to remove a handrail from the telescope that was blocking the access panel. There were two screws on the top, and they came off easily. And there was one screw on the bottom right and that came out easily. The fourth screw is not moving. My tool is moving, but the screw is not. I look close and it’s stripped. And I realize that that handrail’s not coming off, which means I can’t get to the access panel with these 117 screws that I’ve been worrying about for five years, which means I can’t get to the power supply that failed, which means we’re not gonna be able to fix this instrument today, which means all these smart scientists can’t find life on other planets.
And I’m to blame for this.
It’s people like this that make me proud to be human.
I ride to and from work twice every day, and rarely do I ever see another cyclist riding on the right side of the street. In fact, I rarely see them on the street at all. Most opt for the excessively dangerous sidewalk. The thrill of encountering cars as they back out of driveways, or pedestrians as they leave their homes must be a huge adrenaline rush.
But that’s the subject of another gripe. In the 20 months I have been bike commuting, I think I can count on one hand the number of cyclists I have seen stop at a stop sign.
We lost our Olivia three Fridays ago just after 1 a.m.. She was definitely getting on in years, and really starting show her age over the past few months. She had developed some pretty severe cataracts, and was almost completely deaf. But she was happy.