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The Whiskey Journal: Chicago Replaces Transit Card With Slice Of Ham

thewhiskeyjournal:

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By Cole Moser

CHICAGO — In an unexpected move the Chicago Transit Authority announced on Wednesday that the organization’s current transit card would be replaced with a slice of ham, according to city officials.

Citing the absolute lack of problems with current card system, the CTA…

Jarvis asked if he could update his LiveJournal.

Jarvis asked if he could update his LiveJournal.

If I go missing over the next few weeks, it’s because I checked this book out from the library. #smokedmeatsandpickles4ever

If I go missing over the next few weeks, it’s because I checked this book out from the library. #smokedmeatsandpickles4ever

I really, really do not want to share the streets with anybody who is inspired to ride a bicycle by “Premium Rush.”

Bike Snob NYC

Careful v. courteous

I know what I’m getting into when I choose to take the Lake Front Path home: tourists, runners, other bike commuters, those four-person bike mobiles that should be banned from the path. With the weather is as nice as it’s been and the summer coming to an end, more fair-weather commuters are getting their last rides to work in. The path at 6 p.m. is the equivalent of rush hour traffic on Lake Shore Drive. You have to just accept it and enjoy the scenery. 

Last night I took this route home. I’d had cyclocross practice in the morning, so I wasn’t on my normal commuter, a Linus 3-speed mixte. My cross bike is a lot faster.

When the path started to clear out north of Belmont, I kicked it into gear and started going faster—with caution of course. I only pass other cyclists when it’s clear for me to go around them without forcing oncoming cyclists over in their own lane. I could feel a dude drafting me, so when I would start to break, I’d let him know with hand signals. After doing this about four times, particularly at the intersections where car traffic crossed the path, he pulled around to my left saying, “You’re much more careful than I am,” and passed me.

He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a pale yellow polo shirt, so I felt really mad. 

Later, my husband pulled in front of a car to avoid a turning vehicle at an intersection and I yelled at him. “Don’t be a jerk! You just cut off that car!” I passed him and wouldn’t speak to him the last six blocks home. Later, when I called him out for the way he’d also been riding on the path, he said, “Maybe I take more risks than you, but I at least ride better than most everyone else out there.” 

I admit, I don’t like taking risks, in life or on the bike, something that doesn’t serve me well at all in cyclocross. I’d like to be more comfortable with risk-taking, but I want to stay courteous, as well. That’s actually the retort I brewed up long after cargo shorts passed me. “It’s called courtesy.” Ooh. Burn.

The rules of bike riding

Don’t be stupid. Don’t be a jerk. Why is this so hard for so many people?

mattfisher:

My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court
I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.
I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.

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mattfisher:

My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court

I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.

I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.

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The point of social media

Scrolling through my Facebook and Twitter feeds today, I think we’re all just saying stuff to prove how much better we are than everyone else. Me included. I’d completely give up all my social media use if I could be promised one phone or face-to-face conversation a day with someone other than my co-workers and husband.