All week I’ve been obsessing over the Tour of California (the final stage of which is taking off from our neighborhood on Sunday, unreal). Last May though, we were on a bit of a stage race of our own, having been offered at the last minute two slots for the 5 Boro Bike Tour by relatives who could no longer make it into town.
A 40 mile, 32,000 person, car-free bike race through each corner of New York… I mean, never mind that we had neither bikes nor training (minor details), there was only one thing to say right? Obviously, yes.
So after a 24 hour mad dash, bikes were rented and wedged into our tiny SoHo apartment. And the next day we rode on down to the starting line…
I don’t know the last time you saw thirty thousand people in one place, but suffice it to say there were cyclists and green jerseys as far as the eye could see.
At first it was so fun. There were families and unicycles and the distinct flavor of each neighborhood in turn. It was such a new way to see the city for us. We biked all the way from the financial district to Harlem. And then we started on the bridges…
…And that was when I knew I was not destined to be a cyclist. You don’t realize the grade in a car, but on a bike of course those bridges were the slow and steady incline that would not end. Lots of bridges. Lots of long bridges. David thought I was ridiculous for thinking this was hard, for the record, but what else is new in that respect.
In between we cycled through Astoria, Queens, through Brooklyn and the Bronx, and if you can believe it, all the way to Staten Island too. By the end my legs still had some kick in them but my body was definitely not used to being on a bike for quite so long. By the end though it felt like a serious accomplishment. We biked THIS FAR AWAY.
When you live in New York, like anywhere, it’s easy to get stuck in your patterns. To stay uptown or downtown or in your own borough. But to get out and see it all in a day, albeit briefly, it was one of the best days we spent in that city by far.1 day ago • 17 notes
Ever since we moved here we’ve been hearing about the America’s Cup, but it’s a tough event to really get your arms around if you’re not up to speed with sailing. Especially in light of recent tragic events, this article was a fascinating explanation of what’s driving this race and what’s at stake: the teams, the crashes and the few / new fleet of sailboats that are set to attack the America’s Cup this summer in the bay.
I am not usually one for a good long read on archeology and ancient civilizations, but this story actually blew my mind a bit. Technology is amazing sometimes. Truly.2 days ago • 10 notes
Every week we seem to get one odd letter or another addressed to former tenants of our current place. A quick glimpse into past footprints on our floors from the outside of an envelope. I toss it back to the postal service like a day of fishing, catch and release. And then I think of all the mail that must be out there chasing us, all over the country east to west, and I wonder what exactly we’ve missed. Sometimes I still write old return addresses on letters, out of habit, a muscle memory that lies dormant until corrected by the conscious thought: where do we live again? Oh that’s right…4 days ago • 22 notes
It’s a bit shameful to admit, but the truth is, I am not really a fan of foghorns. The beasts declaring themselves low and steady across the bay. The ones that seem so characteristic of this place. At night their calls fall into my head like an alarm I don’t have the button to silence. And they still feel more foreign than familiar, ringing their warnings without warning, as they are wont to do.
But the other night as the fog lay thick as a sheath around the city, descending onto buildings in great active clouds to hunker down and hover there, so heavy it was tangible and omnipresent, I felt a small shift. The booming tradition of it found me, I suppose. And so many sounded in different pitches and keys, their baritone cacophony, their thick-tongued cadence…that they felt like an orchestra tuning. One sounding on top of the other. The idea that through the fog, immense and impenetrable, there are still things to be seen, and they are declaring themselves… I rather liked that.5 days ago • 16 notes
The other night as we were heading back into town from Sausalito via the golden gate I caught my first glimpse of this lit up from across town. Something Katherine had given me a heads up was coming months ago. A bit of art in action. Absolutely mesmerizing.
Leo Villareal | The Bay Lights
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“When the switch gets flipped on March 5, powering on 25,000 LEDs strung over the vertical cables of the Bay Bridge, The Bay Lightswill be the largest light sculpture in the world, spanning 1.8 miles. It will also be the longest. That’s because the artist behind the installation,Leo Villareal, built custom software that will choreograph the LEDs according to an unrepeating sequence which will play over the project’s two-year span. From sunset until 2:00 a.m., Villareal’s dancing, flickering bridge will illuminate the sky every night into 2014.See the animated rendering!” (via architizer)