My first hinge-clamp press, for better screen printing. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without one, it was a breeze to make!
Bicycle tubing before and after hand mitering. I really miss filing…
Rachel skitchin’ on Katy through the streets of Brooklyn.
Pics of me being like the things I’m in a photo with. Also, I’m the worst person to go on a bike trip with because I want to stop and look at everything.
This is how I like to start out my Sundays, with a little daredevil stunt.
Cynthia at the helm while canoeing the Gowanus Canal, May 2010.
Scored this Hatta Swan bottom bracket at the Bike Jumble today from Seth Rosko. Gonna give it right to my 3Rensho!
You know you’re a New Yorker when you see something like this, roll your eyes and immediately think, “I’d like a little less ‘sage advice’ in my tea, please.”
Lil’ Red Lighthouse (aka Jeffrey’s Hook Light) on the west side of Manhattan.
(Source: veloage)
One half of my birthday present from Gina and Shawn of King Kog, courtesy of last weekend’s T-Town bike swap (technically this is Shawn’s half). I’m so excited to go on some rides in these soon!
Outtakes from yesterday’s birthday photobooth shots.
I’ve started a tradition of taking a photobooth picture every year on my birthday, for posterity. This is a survey of the past three years, ages 27, 28, and now 29.
These pictures tell stories to me: I use the same photobooth every year, but the quality changes. At age 27 I was trying to look very Italian American, whatever that means, and the contrast is high, separating it from the two following years. In between the time of the first two pictures, my father passed away. I am a different person in the second picture and I took it knowing that my father’s funeral was the next week. I had a hard kind of happiness that day, like a wincing glint you want to shade your eyes from, and I can see the strain. In the last picture I am tired, which is all I will say right now.
I’m interested in how our lives wear themselves on our bodies, showing where we’ve been and how that makes us who we are, so I’m very glad to have these with me.
(Source: arvidabystrom, via vokkaab)
