my 12 year old “niece” Lila on her business idea.
I love that little girl.
I wanna go
LACE AND DIAMONDS WILL COST A LITTLE EXTRA!
I need this in my life right now.
It’s like Bonobos for boobs.
I’m going to be speaking at an event for/about women recovering from cycling crashes and need to recommend some books to have available for sale.
I’ve recommended The Art of Urban Cycling, but what are other great cycling books? Any books written by women come to mind?
When I studied abroad in Argentina, scrap collectors went up and down the street in a horse drawn cart at night. So as I went to sleep I would often hear horses hooves on the pavement.
(This was in a major city in 1998, not in a rural town in the 1950s).
When I lived in London in 2003, I would hear the same noise at night and was comforted by the thought that there were scrap collectors with horses in London, too. Finally I realized that the sound was not horses, but an idling diesel engine of a red, Double Decker bus.
That’s your random memory for the week.