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I like it when life just feels right.

Yesterday I drew a blind contour drawing of D--the results were pretty funny.

I don't think I got enough sleep last night, so I have a feeling that I'm going to crash sometime this afternoon. But oh well.

This morning I told the biker gang about my bike map project, and of course they were enthusiastic about it. My friend K said that apparently the New Belgian brewing company (makers of Fat Tire beer) is starting a project where they are giving away a fancy bike in each of the cities where they hold Tour de Fat beer festivals. The catch is that they are giving these bikes to an individual who is willing to exchange his or her car for the bike, and then the new bike owners have to write about what it's like to live without a car. (oh, and then the car will be auctioned off and the proceeds will be donated to a charity)

Part of me wants to scoff, just a little. I've tried very hard to get over any sort of self-righteousness about living the car-free (carefree) life, but I just want to say to them, "Come on now. I've been living in this city for the past four years with no car! The first year is just the beginning!" (along with the scoffing: I kind of want to redecorate my trailer to celebrate the car-free lifestyle)

But OTOH, a freshly car-free person will have a different perspective on what life is like without a car, and I am sure that it will be valuable for other people to learn what it's like to be suddenly weaned from car ownership. Especially in cities like the GPSPA (Greater Phoenix Suburb-o-politan Area), that are designed for cars, through and through.

Ant-bike boy and I talked a lot about what it's like to commute by bike around here--I think he was still kind of in the angry phase about the whole thing. I can't say I blame him, although I find it hard to maintain that sort of attitude.

Absurd title of the day.

So in this week's edition of the journal the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, there's an article entitled, "Threatening a rubber hand that you feel is yours elicits a cortical anxiety response."

Tell me that's not hilarious.

I mean, it probably isn't funny to the authors, or to people suffering from illnesses related to the matter, but still.

I think it's the rubber hand that's the most hysterical.

A new food challenge

My friends M and K are in Guatemala at the moment, in a Spanish immersion program. Since I'm watering their plants, they have most generously given me free reign with their usual weekly CSA delivery.

This week's delivery features a fun assortment of things (all sorts of nifty heirloom cucumbers--don't say anything annikusrex or figment80, a bunch of squashes including what looks like a round zucchini (whoo!), grapefruits, leeks, parsley, corn). But the head-scratcher is this: kohlrabi.

That's right, kohlrabi. Any ideas, o internets?? This could be quite exciting indeed.