i feel like i haven't done a normal sara-style post in a quite a while (typing the phrase sara-style there made me think of how, when i was in architecture school, sometimes i would build a schematic model, just sort of working out a design, and some critic would inevitably ask what scale it was in, to which i liked to reply, without hesitation and quite matter-of-factly, "sara scale".) anyway, things here are simultaneously wobbly and weird, and totally wonderful. i mean, different aspects of my life are wobbly, and other parts are wonderful. i guess it all balances out, yes?
am i the only person who all of the sudden can't stop listening to the new pornographers (and as i type "new pornographers", i do realize i'm opening my blog up to a whole new set of people googling for weird stuff. typically i do get a fair amount of hits from people looking for "things girls like" or "all about girls", so this might bring that all to a whole new level... hmm... and i can't help but wonder how disappointed people are when they read here about... curry chicken or the neighborhood association instead of actual things the Girls (with a capital G) like)? because i can't. stop. listening. mass romantic and twin cinema are the soundtrack of the new year so far. it's a good thing, i think.
as for recent brushes with that certain brand of asshole unique to philly, as i stole up to rittenhouse for a quick lunch because it's so unseasonably warm here (okay, it's the kind of day that does make you wonder in some naive way if global warming might not be all bad...) and riding north on 16th (which for those not familiar, is, like most philly streets, one way), i got to about lombard, and there was totally a cop, in uniform, riding a bike south down the street.
and i couldn't help it, but my exasperation was totally audible, as i exclaimed "are you EFFING KIDDING ME? you shouldn't ride the wrong way down the street, you're the LAW." because geeeeeeez. no wonder biking is as dangerous as it is here, and how no one follows bike safety laws. i consistently see cops riding on the sidewalk, but this takes it to a new level. ug. complete ug. also, why aren't there more trashcans on corners anywhere outside of center city?
philadelphia, i love you, but you piss me off quite majorly sometimes. that said, i do have high hopes for this guy. he feels like the kind of guy who wants to ride his bike to work, and would also yell at a cop for blatantly and dangerously being a reckless cyclist.
lastly, i know i mentioned destash packs. and i will follow through on this! it took me a few days longer to get to photo then, so i'll talk more about them tomorrow. yay.
