Spotted this on the Pine/Spruce bike lanes the other day. I’ve never seen a sign like that before; a friendly way to get people to drive slower. More of a suggestion than a command.
To elaborate, this sign indicates that a slow car or speedy bicycle can get from Second St. to Broad St., and then from 15th St. to 23rd St. with all green lights, traveling at 20 MPH or so. Many of the traffic lights in the city are timed this way, but this is the first street to actually call it out.
The old problem was finding a way to get your message out to the world.
The new problem is finding something to say that’s worth listening to.
I just realized that I don’t like any of the albums on my emusic “saved for later” list and that I put them on there because I thought I should. I’ll never re-download Pedro the Lion’s “Control” because the bitrate of the version I have is too low and it sounds all trickly. I’m never going to like a band called “Enon.” Who the heck is “Kitty, Daisy & Lewis,” anyway? I don’t need the complete discography of Ella Fitzgerald. It was a touching to add it right after she died, but come on now, fifty songs by her is more than enough. You just hit a certain threshold — somewhere between fifty and seventy-five — where the songs all sound alike. And seriously, the Grizzly Bear record from 2009? 2010 is almost over!
Have you ever taken stock of a part of your life and realized that none of is what you picked or what you truly wanted, just what other people told you was good or said you should want? Or at the very least, you have way too many lists and the sheer quantity of them disables you from moving?