Highlights

Last night:

Went to Dupont.  Locked Vancouver (my bike, not the city) to a pole. Bought a terrible mocha (seriously, Firehook?) and a cookie with a friend.  Observed that there are lots of cyclists when the weather hits 60-something degrees.  Observed that there is definitely a Dupont type.  For men it involves hipster glasses and a beard.  For women, hipster glasses and a yoga mat.  Or high heels.  Biked up Massachusetts and discovered that the left side of the street (closer to the Observatory) may be slightly less steep.  Maybe.  It was the first time I have ever biked up that side in 5 years.  Change is good.

This morning:

Threw Vancouver on the D1 and read Moby Dick (only a part of it--the bus ride isn't that long).  It's the best kind of bike commuting some mornings.  Got off at 10th and Constitution, near the very long Bikeshare docking station and biked on over to L'Enfant.  Caught up with one of my office's curators at the bike rack, and he chastised me for not wearing a helmet.  I probably should bring one, even for short distances.


At internship:

L'Enfant has a post office!  Who knew.  Took about half an hour to find it.

Went to a seminar about graduate school and worried over the fact that I haven't gotten any acceptance letters yet.  Said a prayer to the school gods that the University of Alaska Anchorage (UAA) accepts me with full tuition.  Looked up cycle commuting in Anchorage.  Turns out it is a thing.  Planned a very, very, very tentative move to Anchorage.  Decided to bike or road trip if possible. We'll see what Stanford, GW and UBC have to say.


This evening:

Probably should also have brought a jacket, because the wind ate right through my sweater.  Also, my back bike light remains broken, even after I changed the batteries.  Today was an unprepared sort of day for me. Continued home anyway.  Some hipster in an orange cap and a shiny red racing bike rode next to me on Penn (in the wrong lane) for a spell.  Got mumbled at and glared at by a disgruntled pedestrian crossing on 15th (I was just sitting there!).  Got sprayed in the face with windshield cleaner on Sheridan Circle, shortly after nearly being sideswiped by GB1OWN from Texas.  Common sense should dictate that if there is a cyclist behind you, you can wait about 2 seconds  to spray chemicals from your car.  Unless, of course, you are aiming to be a dick.  But not the Moby kind because whales probably shouldn't drive cars.

Now:

Sitting on the couch and eating a giant bag of rice crackers.  Welcome to my life.