Status update: content, quiet, tired, sometimes active, sometimes inactive. Riding my bike is fun in this town–up and down the hills, through the neighborhoods and parks, pissing off the cars. Saturday I was downtown, riding, looking to the sky at the brewing storm. It came, slowly, with a warm breeze and sunshine, then torrential downpour, as I took refuge in the nearest bar I could find. Sunday night I was riding a greenway in the dark, and a coyote crossed my path. Monday night, riding up 51st by my house, the passenger in a car threw the car’s cigarette lighter at me, hitting my shoulder. I almost caught up to them at a stoplight, their lighter in hand. On another note, I like to take ‘er easy. Early to bed, early to rise. Always a good night for a dumpster dive. Another aside, I have been helping out the kids in Food Not Bombs, cooking up delicious food in bulk on Sunday afternoons, serving it downtown to all the kind streetfolk. Last time, I dished up my kale specialty, with a hint of garam masala.
Enough talk, here are some fresh posters. Fresh Free Bananas posters. Each one is different–I pulled all sorts of backgrounds from the scrap piles. There are some real gems in here, but you must see them in person. My photographs are pretty terrible and heavily Photoshop-ed–ain’t no good lighting in the shop. But you get the idea:
And I finished one today–a souvenir poster, for all them tourists wandering through the shop:
And for good measure, here is a photo of manager Jim Sherraden printing on his massive press:
