cross-posted from EchoDitto.com:
I wasn’t sure how New Yorkers were going to react to 50+ costumed bicyclists navigating weekend traffic in Manhattan, but it turns out that New York has a good sense of humor. Children looked on in awe, traffic cops smiled and waved us through intersections, and even when we inevitably drifted out of our lane, the people in cars were concerned about only one thing: What the heck were we?
The suits we wore were intentionally amorphous, but that didn’t stop people from hazarding guesses and in the process, projecting a little bit of their own personality in a sort of fast-moving Rorschach test. The safe-for-work category of guesses included bunnies, marshmallows, angels, and teeth (a guerilla marketing campaign by Colgate, perhaps?).
The majesty of the Aeolian Ride through Brooklyn and over the Williamsburg Bridge was tempered only by the fact that my neck was serving as masthead for what was essentially a sail. My chiropractor and spin instructor would have been appalled by my form, but it was still an unforgettable experience in mob art.
The ride ended at the beginning of the Deitch Art Parade, where we barely stood out at all. We got to lead the parade and then spent the remainder of the time riding in circles around some truly enduring hoola hoopers.
More photos of the ride and parade.
Harish has given me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: to ride a bike through Brooklyn and Manhattan in a wind-inflated bunny suit with 51 others in a similarly ridiculous state of dress. The Aeolian Ride:
INSPIRED BY A LOVE FOR BIKES, CITY CRUISING, CRITICAL MASS, COSTUMES, SILLYNESS + THINGS THAT INFLATE, I DECIDED TO MAKE A FREE, MASS PARTICIPATORY EVENT WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR. IT EXCITES THOSE RIDING AS WELL AS DELIGHTS THOSE WATCHING, ALL THE WHILE TRANSFORMING THE LANDSCAPE INTO A PLAYGROUND OF WINDFILLED SHAPES.
Now in its third year, the ride begins in the Greenpoint neighborhood of Brooklyn and ends in SoHo at the beginning of the Deitch Art Parade, where we will meet up with people far freakier than costumed cyclists. Needless to say, there will be pictures. I didn’t want to run for office anyway.And for anyone looking to make the DC<->NY journey on the cheap, I’ve found a bus line that’s $5 more than Fung Wah but includes wireless Internet, a bottle of water, a reserved seat (!), and probably fewer explosions: DC2NY.com.
Haribo gummies courtesy of Tom, camera’s Cristen’s
Last week was a great week for presents. Nicco came bearing gifts:
–Ditto Diet, the Safeway equivalent of…well, it’s billed as “lemon lime” but clearly tasted like Ginger Ale.
–bling stickers for my cellphone. My phone’s pretty old and pulling it out of my pocket has actually drawn audible gasps on multiple occasions, but the addition of pink and white bling has added at least a few months to its lifespan.
Cal Perry is not only an amazing photographer but also CNN’s Baghdad Bureau Chief. Check out this powerful slideshow and narration: Children of War.
I’ll be out in Wild West Virginia (for the second time in as many months…) from tomorrow through Saturday for EchoDitto’s annual retreat. I can’t wait. I’ve got to admit, I was a little wary back in October when I was searching for a January retreat location, knowing full well that I might not be attending said retreat, but things have worked out grand and I’m actually in the first car out of the office.
All the clients are on “pause” and it’s time for some bonding with the coworkers. Best part? No Internet (and probably spotty cellphone service). It’s going to be weird talking to each other while making eye contact.
Some things on the agenda:
- lots of good food and drink
- ipod speakers throughout
Oh yeah, and professional development, planning, company philosophy indoctrination, and maybe, if I’m lucky some trust falls.
And finally, to all my coworkers with a Technorati watchlist set up for “EchoDitto”, hi 🙂