Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
The Telegraph ignores the fact that most of the people in cars or on the streets were very supportive of the ride. We held them up for a few minutes at most, the other cars on the road held them up a lot longer. In any case we have every right to ride on our streets, it would have created a much bigger traffic jam if we'd all been in cars.
This afternoon I went along to Critical Mass for the Harbour Bridge ride. It was a great evening, I ran into just about every cycling activist I know and there were hundreds of riders in attendance. Heart warming stuff. I have put the best of the photos on the SBAR fotopage
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Meet at Cheeky transport at 2pm for a convoyage to Pyrmont Point Park (3pm) for a vegan barbie. They will be taking the Christiania full of ice and beer and a bicycle powered blender for cocktails. There will be music of some kind and some prizes for outfits and some events like skids and trackstands and some other cool stuff.
Very low key, it’s a real nice spot to spend the afternoon and watch the sunset
All welcome as long as you come by bike.
Monday, November 20, 2006
After the interview Stacey did a simple ritual for us to film and as if by magic every bird in the neighbourhood turned up.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Another day, another shoot for "My Favourite Album" We went out to Ingleside this morning on the coldest November day in a century and spent six hours marching up and down chanting and being shouted at by Sergeant Fred. It rained on us intermittently and when the sun came out you could see the steam rising off our damp and muddy uniforms. Of course the crew and the director were well sheltered under their umbrellas...
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small,
And the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call.
Call Alice when she was just small.
When the men on the chess board get up and tell you where to go,
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low,
Go ask Alice. I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead,
And the white knight is talking backward, and the red queen's off with her head,
Remember what the doormouse said: "Feed your head! Feed your head!"