My time hanging with Joe, a homeless man from Alaska fishing with all the wrong bait
My time hanging with Joe, a homeless man from Alaska fishing with all the wrong bait
Earlier this week I wrote that I would be taking an introduction to motorcycle riding class. The class is now finished and despite my initial anxieties I have lived to report that I passed, which means that I’m now legal to threaten the streets of Washington State with my very limited, less-than-qualified, dangerously-inadequate motorcycle riding.
I know it’s kinda wussy to admit, but I’m afraid of motorcycles. It’s unfortunate that admitting that makes me feel wussy—after all it seems very reasonable to me to be hesitant around any machine that can propel you over 100+mph down a piece of concrete. But there’s this very masculine stereotype about being a dude
A little tumble with big biblical implications
This blog is not a very popular corner of the internet. I have a steady readership of about four (4), and I’m just fine with that. Not all of us can—or want—to be The Pioneer Woman. Most people come to this site because they know me, but occasionally folks will stumble upon this space after
Every city has its stereotypes—New Yorkers are gruff; folks in Savannah are hospitable; Los Angelenos are photoshopped to perfection; people from Phoenix are gun-toting racist ass-clowns; etc. We here in Seattle have our types—it’s a big enough city with plenty of diversity, but by far the most common type is the educated white techno-centric liberal—and
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