Coming soon!

Tomorrow afternoon, my friend Chris Guess (see his work here-- he mostly does documentary and photojournalism) is coming to Madison, and we're doing a photo shoot that will feature my roommate Erica and myself dressed as 1950's housewives. All I'll say right now is that it will be suggestive, subversive, and all the booze on set will be real. And I am incredibly excited.

Stay tuned. . .

The law won.

Remember when I mentioned the bike cops in Madison were starting to crack down on naughty cyclists? Yeah. Blew through a stop sign at State and Lake with two other people today, and we totally all got ticketed. The citation will either cost me $63 or an evening at Bike School.

I guess I could afford to be less of an asshole on the road, but what really kills me is the fact that I got pulled over today, in the middle of the afternoon, sober as a goddamn Mormon. There is an astounding amount of overlap between time spent under the influence and time spent on my bicycle, and this is when they got me?

Suppose it's for the best, huh?

Update

I have moved. I will put up pictures when I have the Intertubes again.
I have no Intertubes until tomorrow. Finally.
The employment situation is a bit shaky.
My school situation is a bit shaky. . .but what else is new. I think I'll be able to pull through this time.
I swear to god, I've been drunk for the entire past month. I shouldn't be alive right now.

Also, I'm finally changing my much-beloved Trek 420 (no, seriously, I can't believe it hasn't been stolen yet) frame from a three-speed to a fixie. Everyone is going to make fun of me, but I'm done with all this jingly-jangly heavy shit I don't use. And those fucking brakes that don't work in the rain. And I have finally accumulated enough Bike Culture friends to help me do this, because I don't know shit about anything except that riding my roommate's new bike is an absolute dream and I want that.

Rabble Rabble

I haven't felt like writing lately. I've been social, I've been biking around town, I've been drunk. So many people I know are moving away, so I've been attending going-away events, which have led to the aforementioned.

I should be packing, since I move in two days. Haven't done a goddamn thing. Read over some old journals tonight, though, and I present you two wicked truisms I at some point recorded by girls with whom I have lived:

'Wouldn't you give anything to be vegetation in a rainstorm?'

-B. Baumgartner

'Regardless of whether my hair looks greasy or not, there are still no good-looking men at The Plaza.'

-A. Marek

Knickers in a twist

Oh, and here's some news: having solved the Brittany Zimmerman case and eradicated all violent crime besides, Madison's Finest decides to crack down on cyclists.

Now, I'm usually okay with the police. As I am past the age of twenty-one, any illegal activities I may pursue tend to be fairly innocuous, and I'm happy to pay the taxes that pay their salaries so they can keep us all safe (insofar as anyone is happy to pay taxes), and there is one very nice lady Sergeant down on Carroll Street who was very generous in helping me out with some costumes I needed for a film this spring.

But seriously? Check out the little sidebar on the Cap Times website listing 'other stories'. Such as:

-Woman needs 4 stitches after being mugged downtown
-Man arrested for fifth OWI after allegedly driving in wrong lane at cop
-Man beaten by two men on Frances Street
-Three teens arrested fleeing scene of alleged burglary
-Teen allegedly mugs student, UW cops make arrest
-Panty Raid at East Towne: 500 panties stolen from Victoria's Secret

Can we please prioritize for just like a goddamn second here? We've got some serious problems out on the mean streets of Madison, and I leave you with the Cap Times' warning (which works on levels both literal and, perhaps, deeply metaphorical): "If someone offers to sell you women's panties at a deep discount, there's a good chance the undies are hot."

Oh, Craigslist.

Yeah, totally got a Missed Connection. Check it out:

http://madison.craigslist.org/mis/1301288744.html