This isn’t actually going to be about Archie, but it’s never bad to put a dog in your post, right? (There’s a Billy Collins poem where he advises poets who are stuck to put a dog in the poem.) It’s just to say that I like my blog more when I don’t feel compelled to write really long posts. A photo and two or three paragraphs. Sometimes I want to read more from other people, but honestly? I don’t want to write more than that.
This happened to me today: While riding through Berkeley to get to my train into San Francisco, I thought deeply about helmet wearing. I myself was not wearing a helmet. These thoughts, more or less, passed through my head: it’s a beautiful day, helmets are so sweaty and I have to go in and talk to the judges when I arrive, I’m going, like, 2.5 miles an hour, the biggest danger I’m going to encounter this morning on the bike boulevard through Berkeley is from a bug flying into my mouth, so I’ll keep my mouth closed, European bike commuters don’t wear helmets, sheesh, I’m not Lance Armstrong, biking like this isn’t dangerous, what kind of weird conspiracy is going on that tries to make people feel like they HAVE to wear a helmet or they’ll die? And then I saw him, a guy in a helmet riding no hands down the street. He took his helmet off, still no hands, adjusted it and then put it back on.
Something about that made me laugh and I decided to lighten up.