I’m out tomorrow, travelling this weekend, so the singin’ and dancin’ and whatnot comes a day early. My personal 3-day weekend means early entertainment for you!

But, before we get to dessert, I thought I’d throw out something nutritious. Don’t worry, it’s funny too, but it’s something substantial to chew on. Here’s James Howard Kunstler smacking America around with its own architecture and city planning.

There’s not enough Prozac in the world to make people feel okay about goin’ down this block.

Enjoy the stinging sensations!

“No espresso for you! One year!” Please see the End User License Agreement for details on how to apply for your very own dick-punching.

(h/t The Bellows)

A young lady here in D.C. was killed riding her bicycle in the Dupont Circle area last week. Evidently she was going straight through an intersection and was run over by a garbage truck turning right. It’s the kind of story that makes my stomach knot and my heart break for her, for the family, and for the driver as well. The life of everyone involved has been redefined in that instant, and not in a good way.

The blog pundits have weighed in. Matthew Yglesias isn’t looking to accommodate, he thinks we ought to take more street back from the cars and use it for bus lanes, bike lanes, and light rail. Megan McArdle stokes flames by asking whether drivers or cyclists suck worse, and comes to the easy conclusion that it’s the drivers, and further that it’s D.C. drivers in particular. I disagree with Ms. McArdle on a variety of issues, but we’re solidly in concurrence on this one.

Ezra Klein draws attention to a study finding countries with more cyclists are safer. Sounds about right to me, the more familiar people are with mixed traffic, the less freaked out they should be sharing the road. Additionally, as more and more people turn to bicycles for relief from rising fuel costs, we’ll have a larger, more affluent, and therefore more powerful constituency. Sucks that you need numbers and money to get anyone in power to take notice, but that’s life. Mayor Fenty is already a strong supporter of alternative transportation, I’m hoping that between the growing ranks of cyclists and smart, progressive administrations we should see some real improvements in infrastructure.

And then come the comments (some of them mine) where each side shouts J’accuse!, and describes how they saw this bike/car run this red light/stop sign etc, etc. It’s predictable, like a fight in a small town bar that keeps happening between the same drunks over habitual insults and injuries. I frequently throw a punch or two, because shit, someone is wrong on the internet. But every so often, a stranger will walk through the door and throw down with something really special that just leaves jaws on the floor.

This country is not set up for bikers like Europe is, with its smaller city streets and huge population of bikers. Biking to work in most American cities is just taking an unnecessary risk. Go bike on a bike path for fun, but get the hell out of traffic.

Yeah that’s nothin’ I haven’t heard before. Blow it out your…

Biking to work is an affectation, and selfish in many ways. Look at the consequences to the family of that poor girl who was killed.

Wha-wha-Whatdidyoujustsay?!?

It IS selfish to unneccessarily risk your life if you have a family. Of course you can find cities in Europe that are not good for biking — such as Paris and Prague. Those that are, and have by COMMON practice and agreement, a large urban bike population, like Amsterdam, are the ones I was speaking of.

Paris, huh?

On July 15, the day after Bastille Day, Parisians will wake up to discover thousands of low-cost rental bikes at hundreds of high-tech bicycle stations scattered throughout the city, an ambitious program to cut traffic, reduce pollution, improve parking and enhance the city’s image as a greener, quieter, more relaxed place.

Hey, those Frenchie bike rental stations look just like… ah nevermind. It should be noted that we do have common agreements, called laws, that lay out how we share the road. But g’head, continue.

Here, biking to work is eccentric, and therefore often done by people trying to strike a pose. There are some people who refuse to go along with the herd on most things, insisting that every single thing they do be marked by the stamp of their individuality. In my experience, that’s the person who bikes to work in a large U.S. city.

I was angry about this yesterday, but now I can’t stop giggling. Put aside the laughable Eisenhower-era attack on “eccentricity”, or the false equivalencies of cycling with eccentricity, or eccentricity with vanity. Put aside the fact that anyone who’s paying attention knows that your “stamp of individuality” in modern America comes from the products and media you consume. I mean really, c’mon, whattaya new here?

What I’m really curious about is this person’s experience. I know plenty of folks that ride to work, and I read a bunch who care to write about it. Many do it because they love bicycling, some do it because they hate driving, some do it to reduce their impact on the environment, and some believe it’s great for their health. Self sufficiency comes up pretty frequently, as does the need to respond to our country’s addiction to oil. Some even see it as an alternative to war, ambitious! At least one person believes that it saved his life. There are as many reasons for biking to work as there are people doing it, and most of us have more than one.

But I have never, ever heard anyone say, “I bike to work because it’s an expression of my individuality.” I’ve heard people say that about their hair, their clothes, their tattoos, their jewelry, their kitchens, their barbeques, and their lawns. People say it about their cars and motorcycles every day. After all, what’s a Hummer but an attempt to show the world your hairy swingin’ grapefruit-filled ballsack? But I’ve never heard anything remotely like, “I’m going to ride my bike to work and show the world who I am!” (Well, okay, there’s these guys, but to be fair, lookin’ hip is their business, and business is good.)

Which leads me to conclude that this commenter’s “experience” isn’t worth a shot of warm spit.

…in a city like DC, there is ample public transport. Taking a bike is not a practical choice, but some other kind of choice.

Au contraire, mon frer. If we leave the Brookland station of the Red Line, you on the train, and I on my bike, and we both head for Capitol South, I will have been waiting for you for about 20 minutes when you emerge from the station, and that’s if I’ve waited at every red light on the way. I will also be eating a breakfast sandwich, paid for with the $4 I’ve saved from not taking the train both ways. I will also have an extra one to three hours of my day that you do not have, due to your slower mode of transit, and the hour that you now need to spend at the gym to make up for your suffocating cubicle-based job. A gym which, I must remind you, requires lighting, air conditioning, and power so that you can watch television while spinning your hamster wheel.

Tell me again about practicality?

And so long as we’re talking public transportation, let’s return to your original point about selfishness. If you’re driving your automobile (I’ll even assume that it’s not a Ford Excursion for sake of argument) to work in this city, contributing to congestion, pollution, lack of parking, and a general decline in the quality of life for everyone else when there’s ample public transport available, then who’s being selfish?

If you drive a car and are honest about your observations, you know that the lives of bikers are entirely dependent on your driving accuracy and attention in a way that other drivers’ lives are not — you are behind tons of steel, and they are exposed. It’s just that simple — a huge risk, with utterly predictable tragic consequences for some bikers and their poor families. It’s just not a risk worth defending.

Living life in a steel box, decoupled from people and terrain, spending precious moments of a finite life hating everything is not worth defending. Vainly attempting to meet our transportation needs by escalating car-centric solutions is not worth defending. Destroying the livability of a city by accommodating the selfish desires of suburban car commuters, at the expense of our quality of life, is not worth defending. Continuing this way of life that’s wrecking the environment, changing the climate, miring us in middle-east geopolitical conflicts and transferring trillions of dollars of our wealth into the coffers of foreign dictators while our economy continues to degrade is not worth defending.

Riding bikes certainly involves some risk, but the stakes are high and the upside is huge. I think the risk is well worth defending.

I keep trying to remember where this comic is. Marked and ‘membered now, by gawd.

So, where is it?

When Rebbie and I began to put together our plans for total bicycle domination, one element of that plan was service self-sufficiency. Over the past year, I’ve accumulated tools, built a solid workstand, spent a lot of time at the Park Tools website becoming familiar with procedures I haven’t done yet (and then doing them), and generally becoming a more proficient mechanic. Whatever we’ve spent on tools has easily paid for itself in tune-ups and repairs, and honestly I just really enjoy workin’ on bikes.

Until very recently, though, I hadn’t built or trued a wheel. It’s always something I’ve wanted to learn, but felt was beyond my skills. A couple months ago, I decided the time had come to enter the world of wheel building. I was doing some research and getting ready to drop some cash on tools, when a post on a forum steered me across the internet towards Roger Musson’s book, aptly titled Wheelbuilding. Roger is a professional wheelbuilder, and owns a shop called Wheelpro in the UK. Reviews and feedback seemed positive and enthusiastic, so I purchased it (as a PDF, which is both immediately gratifying and environmentally beneficial) and dove into Mr. Musson’s book.

It paid off immediately. The book has plans for the stand he uses (here’s a fine example that someone else built), instructions for how to make a nipple driver from a cheap flat-head screwdriver, and his “plans” for a wheel dishing gauge (made from cardboard, duct tape, and a pencil). The one thing I haven’t gotten to yet are the truing gauges. His are made from wood and small pieces of plastic. Mine thus far are made from my daughter’s Legos, they work splendidly. The total cost of all these tools ended up being less than $40 in cash, and maybe an extra weekend in time to construct them, but time’s worth investing and I believe that tools one builds are more valuable than tools one buys.

A few weeks ago, a friend of ours, who had been complaining that her old heavy mountain bike made it impossible to keep up with her husband on rides, brought her bike over to get tuned. I swapped out her wheels and knobbies for an extra pair I had laying around, lighter and sporting road slicks and told her to hold on to them and see if they improved things. Her wheels were lower end than mine, single-walled rims with Shimano Alivio hubs and galvanized steel spokes, but I figured they’d be perfect for practice. I disassembled them completely, cleaned everything up, Naval-Jellied the corrosion off the spokes, and repacked her hubs. Then life got busy and it had to be set aside.

Yesterday I got a chance to return to it. I’d trued a couple wheels by then to get a feel for how the tools were working, and to get some hands-on experience before taking on a total rebuild. With my wife and the kids downstairs watching the Princess Bride, I set about re-lacing the back wheel, tensioning the spokes, and bringing it back to a state of lateral and radial truth.

True Enough, My Friends!

The lacing and initial tensioning took a little over an hour and a half, and would’ve taken less time if I’d noticed that I’d alternated the pulling spokes in the wrong order. The truing took much longer, and I had to loosen all the spokes and start over a couple times. But even as a first-timer I could still pull it off, so long as I was willing to put the time into starting again. Screwing up and starting over with something like carpentry, by comparison, often involves sacrificing time and material to gain experience, with even surviving pieces carrying the irreparable mistakes. Being able to undo mistakes is sweet.

I found building the wheel intense in that it required fine focus, but also relaxing by virtue of its methodical, iterative nature. Bringing the wheel to the correct spoke tension, and seeing it become straighter and rounder, little by little, reminded me somewhat of seeing a black and white print come up in a tray of softly rocking developer.

And in the end, it came out beautifully. The wheel is strong, round and straight. I’m looking forward to taking on the front wheel, which should be easier since it has no dish. And then with that first pair built, I can turn my attention to building the wheels for our next longtail. DT Swiss straight gauge black spokes laced to XT disc hubs and Velocity Cliffhanger rims. Yummy. I don’t expect that I’ll be particularly fast or efficient, but I bet the time I spend building them will be enjoyable.

I agree with those who believe that life shouldn’t be about attaining goals or certificates or badges. Indeed, I’ve stated more than once that I don’t need no stinking badges. But at the same time, it is nice to hit a milestone from time to time, and this one’s a good one to reach. I’m sure over time, with patience and practice and repetition, I’ll gain skill and wisdom. I’ll look back and laugh at the fumbles, errors and ineptness of my early efforts. But this will always be the first wheel I built myself, and that makes it special.

I just caught this Neal Stephenson lecture, via BoingBoing, about SciFi-Fantasy as a literary genre, in which he discusses genres generally, talks about geeking out and vegging out, and relates the story of how an otherwise unflappable professional waiter in a New York restaurant transformed into a fanboy at the mention of Lucy Lawless.

I do love this part:

It’s fun to imagine a comedy sketch, with Robert Heinlein in a writer’s workshop, having the first draft of Starship Troopers evaluated by a circle of earnest young post-structuralists. I don’t imagine that there is anything like out-and-out censorship, but I do suspect that people who write about relationships, who write autobiographical introspective fiction from a subjective point of view are going to have an easier time of it in this environment from those who write SF.

On the science fiction side of SF, writers are working with abstract ideas from science, and scientists who believe, and who can prove, that they’re right are notoriously at odds with post-structuralists who are always looking for ways to bring science into the realm of what is called criticizability.

On the fantasy side, writers are creating entire worlds inside of their brains and populating them with species and civilizations and histories, an undertaking that seems fantastically arrogant from a post-structuralist standpoint.

The characteristics I spoke of earlier that lead SF fans to want to see intelligence at work in the faces of movie characters, when rolled over into literature, mean they want ideas. They want to learn something, or join with the author in speculating about a future, or about a fantastical otherworld. Naturally, they will see the aliens as dangerous predatory creatures that have to be killed, while literary theorists will say that perhaps the real reason we’re afraid of the alien other is because it represents the eruption into our discourse of heretofore subjugated knowledges.

Post-structuralist critics, assuming they have the courage of their convictions, would say to the young Heinlein, “I see that you are intelligent, that you know a lot, that you’ve worked hard, that you’ve put a lot of ingenuity into this book. But the whole thing is pre-theoretical, and therefore naive, and as such simply of lesser intellectual stature than something that was written taking into account the intellectual trends of the last half-century.”

Yeah, blow it out your ass, Roland Barthe! You’re going to know all about the “death of the author” when the goddam Arachnids of Klendathu rain death from the stars! Ahem. Anyway, good lecture. Bless the internet for letting me attend while writing a regression test script on a Friday afternoon.

What else is the internet good for? Let’s see. How about… zombies and Jim Carroll?

Yeah, that’ll do. Have a great weekend.

Check out the verdant fields of Detroit, outstanding! Just make sure your underwear isn’t showing. I wonder how long before this starts happening all over the rust belt, in the cities left hollowed out when we sent our manufacturing jobs overseas? Wouldn’t it be interesting if the next chapter of the typical midwestern Industrial American City centers on local agriculture?

Dear Congress and Senate: Fuck You.

I know that this kind of thing drives John Cole crazy, so please don’t misconstrue this as an attack on Obama solely. And it’s not like I’m going to give my vote to McCain behind this, or even stay home. I’ll certainly give money to Obama’s campaign, I may even volunteer.

But not today. Not for Obama, not for the Democratic Senators that voted against amendments to strip telecom immunity from the bill, not for Democrats that supported this subversion of our Constitutional rights and gave another victory to an outlaw administration. Certainly not one fucking dime or phone call for any organization that might channel resources to Steny “Fucking” Hoyer. No, today I’m going to do a little grieving over a couple beers, maybe pour some out for another measure of lost liberty (which I think we can all agree is no longer a “phantom”, Mr. Ashcroft).

Tomorrow, I’m going to give some money to these guys. From here on out, my political focus is on fighting these bastards who care so little for the civil liberties which I hold dear. You wanna talk about guns or welfare or immigration or energy or abortion? They’re important issues to discuss, but all of those discussions are built on the bedrock of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. The War on Drugs is in dire need of reform, but what’s the point in even debating drug policy, or any issue of criminal law, if it’s not grounded on the principle that Habeas Corpus is an absolute requirement of a meaningful system of justice?

We start by restoring the Constitution and the rule of law, and then commit to squaring off with anyone, in either party, that finds it an inconvenient way to govern a nation. For me, everything else comes after.

[Update]: From commenter socalmonk at DKos:

By the time the election rolls around…
the only people left supporting Bush will be the democrats in the House and Senate.