Monday, August 19, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
A Book Review
Across America by Bicycle
Across America By Bicycle: Alice and Bobbi's Summer on Wheels
By: Alice Honeywell and Bobbi Montgomery
This inspiring tale of two women traversing the USA by bicycle is a humorous and delightful account that makes me want to hop on my bicycle and head to the ice cream parlor. The story is told in the voice of Bobbi, but is written by both parties. She breaks down their journey from Oregon to Maine, from one day to the next, with a delightful picture map at the beginning of each chapter. They go into detail about the terrain they experience, their mindsets, and how they come to consensus decisions on the fly between them. I was both victorious and sad when they reached their final destination, thankfully my next book "It's Not About the Tapas", detailing a bicycle adventure in Spain, arrived the same day that I finished this book. So on to the next adventure!
Bicycles have been a life changing experience for me, especially as a women. They provide me with the safety I feel that I need and the economic freedom that comes from being able to repair my own wheels. Alice and Bobbi's story is not the first glorious tale I have heard about traversing continents, my friend Katie Sage did the same in Canada, going from east to west. I had not much considered this form of travel until I met people that had done it and they made it more real. I am excited to create my own bicycle adventure in the not so distant future, but am content in my position as bicycle mechanic apprentice for the time being. The more knowledge I can suck in the better! More and more women are taking on such mechanical and hands-on jobs as time goes by and I'm proud to be one of them.
By: Rose
Across America By Bicycle: Alice and Bobbi's Summer on Wheels
By: Alice Honeywell and Bobbi Montgomery
This inspiring tale of two women traversing the USA by bicycle is a humorous and delightful account that makes me want to hop on my bicycle and head to the ice cream parlor. The story is told in the voice of Bobbi, but is written by both parties. She breaks down their journey from Oregon to Maine, from one day to the next, with a delightful picture map at the beginning of each chapter. They go into detail about the terrain they experience, their mindsets, and how they come to consensus decisions on the fly between them. I was both victorious and sad when they reached their final destination, thankfully my next book "It's Not About the Tapas", detailing a bicycle adventure in Spain, arrived the same day that I finished this book. So on to the next adventure!
Bicycles have been a life changing experience for me, especially as a women. They provide me with the safety I feel that I need and the economic freedom that comes from being able to repair my own wheels. Alice and Bobbi's story is not the first glorious tale I have heard about traversing continents, my friend Katie Sage did the same in Canada, going from east to west. I had not much considered this form of travel until I met people that had done it and they made it more real. I am excited to create my own bicycle adventure in the not so distant future, but am content in my position as bicycle mechanic apprentice for the time being. The more knowledge I can suck in the better! More and more women are taking on such mechanical and hands-on jobs as time goes by and I'm proud to be one of them.
By: Rose
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
The truth lies...
My cunt bleeds
and she itches
and she farts sometimes.
She says obscene things
Like
"Fuck You." &
"Get Away From Me Asshole."
She may shout
very loudly
But seen from the outside
My face is politely arrayed
A mask.
Held gentley against the skin of my cheeks
My cunt contorts for my face,
making all the right expressions.
If I listen to her,
she only tells the truth.
By Anonymous
and she itches
and she farts sometimes.
She says obscene things
Like
"Fuck You." &
"Get Away From Me Asshole."
She may shout
very loudly
But seen from the outside
My face is politely arrayed
A mask.
Held gentley against the skin of my cheeks
My cunt contorts for my face,
making all the right expressions.
If I listen to her,
she only tells the truth.
By Anonymous
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Naked
Naked
Standing
I look down at my breasts
long and heavy
but not at the point of
saggy, I whisper to myself;
the tips of my nipples are
dry with dead skin
I peel it off gently.
My belly rises higher
than my knees, a playful
mound with a
concave hiccup at its peek: my
bellybutton glistens.
I bend as far as I
can and examine the legs that’ve
carried me through these years
knocking each other in constant
banter, chips fly away
among the floorboards.
I sit on my ass
it’s malleable as clay
and flattens on the ground.
my finger digs
a small path down my crack
I feel beautiful today.
By: Whitney French
By: Whitney French
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Armpit Hair?
My mother is trying to convince me that if I shave my airmpit hair then I will be less anxious, that I will find more compatible partners, and that life will overall become easier. It seems to be something that matters to her a lot. She continues on to say that she doesn't care as much about let hair, but underarm hair really bothers her because she associates it with smelling bad.
I stopped shaving my armpits a few years ago when I was travelling because I slowly would relieve my backpack of "unnecessaries". More and more things became part of that category as weight sucks to lug around. A razor was one of those unnecessaries.
After this experience, I realized that I liked not shaving my armpits, that shaving them was actually somewhat painful and irritating and why did I feel like I had to? As time continued I noticed that some of my friends also didn't shave and it wasn't all that abnormal depending on the group of people you were around.
But now I'm home, on a small island, in the middle of the ocean, without those other people and my mom thinks I'm strange. HAHA. It doesn't want to make me shave my armpits, who ever wants to do what their mother tries to make them do? But it does make me want to question why. Why is it such a big deal that she would weigh my happiness against it? This baffles me. Where is she getting these ideas? Is it really such a big deal? Would someone resist hiring me over it among other things?
Any thoughts?
I stopped shaving my armpits a few years ago when I was travelling because I slowly would relieve my backpack of "unnecessaries". More and more things became part of that category as weight sucks to lug around. A razor was one of those unnecessaries.
After this experience, I realized that I liked not shaving my armpits, that shaving them was actually somewhat painful and irritating and why did I feel like I had to? As time continued I noticed that some of my friends also didn't shave and it wasn't all that abnormal depending on the group of people you were around.
But now I'm home, on a small island, in the middle of the ocean, without those other people and my mom thinks I'm strange. HAHA. It doesn't want to make me shave my armpits, who ever wants to do what their mother tries to make them do? But it does make me want to question why. Why is it such a big deal that she would weigh my happiness against it? This baffles me. Where is she getting these ideas? Is it really such a big deal? Would someone resist hiring me over it among other things?
Any thoughts?
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