Sweetpea Journey #3: All Mixted Up

If you didn’t know, I’m getting a custom-made bike from Sweetpea Bicycles. Natalie Ramsland builds these bikes specifically for women, one of just two women frame builders in the United States (the other is Luna Cycles). Many people I know are interested in hearing about the process, so I hope to be blogging about it each step of the way. Read the series here. Presenting the third installment…awaaay we go!

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Less than 24 hours after my fitting, Natalie posted two design options on her project management site to peruse, based on two wheel sizes. When I took a look, suddenly I got a glimmer of what it must be like for a pregnant woman to get an ultrasound–my bike is going through a slow gestation process, and I could finally see it was real! (While that probably comes off as completely tongue in cheek based on this past post, at the time the feeling was very serious.)

As for the designs, the 650B bike looked well-proportioned, but because of the non-standard wheel size I’d need to be prepared at all times for a major flat, as replacement tubes and tires aren’t readily available. On the other hand, the 700 bike (above) had a standard wheel size but didn’t look as elegant. An important difference though, was that Natalie determined that structurally, that bike would work better as a mixte.

At some point, I knew I’d need to decide between a mixte and a regular diamond-frame bike, and I had been dreading it. Mixtes are certainly more fancy, but the structural strength lost in the angled top tube is made up by adding steel, increasing the weight of the bike. Mixtes do have a practical purpose for women though–you can ride a bike wearing a skirt! However, since I don’t wear skirts very often at all, this is not a huge issue. Oh yeah, and it would require a $100 mixte “upgrade.”

Over the next five days, I agonized over this crucial juncture in my Sweetpea journey. Did I want a mixte or a standard frame? And did I want a 650B or 700 wheel size? I consulted trusted friends, like James the super mechanic at Bike Gallery, April the mixte aficionado, and of course my only real friend in the world, the internet. It seemed only fitting to do due diligence before making such a major decision, to be fully informed on what I was getting myself into. After all, I don’t want to have any regrets or negative surprises when I finally get my dream bike, right?

On Monday, Natalie reminded me that I shouldn’t be wrestling with two separate dilemmas, but the bike style would be tied to the wheel size. This helped streamline the decision process. Meditation was making it clear my gut was leaning toward the 650B standard frame, but I wrapped up my due diligence by consulting my friend Beth, who works at Citybikes (they stock 650B tubes and tires!), and wonderful Theo, who has a 650B Kogswell, and even uses the same tires I likely will end up with, Rivendell’s Nifty Swifty.

After informing Natalie of my painstakingly researched and thoughtfully considered decision, about five minutes later she turned around a revised design of my final choice, including frame specs, and some additional features (pump peg, cable routing for a dynamo, etc.) I could add on for a fee. We’ve scheduled a phone call to review everything together tomorrow morning.

Meanwhile, I get to continue agonizing over the color of my bike. Last week I stopped by the shop to see the color of HW (Heliotrope Wonder), which was a super dark purple with multi-colored sparkles in it–fuschia and blue–that aren’t really visible via photographs. It’s lovely, and the base is very close to the color I originally thought I wanted. However, I had a slightly different idea in mind in terms of the finish, and upon inquiry with Natalie’s powder coaters in Colorado, it looks like they can do a work around for something that can usually only be done in paint. We’re probably going to have them do a water bottle cage as a relatively inexpensive test to see if the dream can be realized.

Last night I had a pretty lengthy conversation with my mom about the color of my bike. (She loooves that stuff.) I told her about a couple of ideas that Natalie and I had been tossing around. She was very helpful, and in passing even gave me a concept anchor, describing this bike “like a big berry rolling down the street.” I think that this is indeed the palette I’m going for, and I think the phrase helped solidify what this bike is going to look like just a little bit more.

One thing is certain: it truly takes a village to build a bike.

Next: Final design? Fun with powder coating? Components? Even I have no idea what’s next right now.

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Sweetpea Journey #2: Bike Fitting!

If you didn’t know, I’m getting a custom-made bike from Sweetpea Bicycles. Natalie Ramsland builds these bikes specifically for women, one of just two women frame builders in the United States (the other is Luna Cycles). Many people I know are interested in hearing about the process, so I hope to be blogging about it each step of the way. Read the series here. And now the second installment. Awaaay we go!

This afternoon I had the first of two bike fitting appointments at Bicycle Fitting Services. During this the two hour session, we discussed my bicycling habits and goals; looked at my body’s motion-related quirks, measured my flexibility in various ways, and took a special bike used specifically for fitting, plugged in my bars and slapped on my saddle, and played around with the adjustments until everything was as snug as a bug in a rug.

Fortunately my dear friend Yeltie was willing to come with and be the official Bookish photographer for the day…or at least for the first half hour, which is why photos from the next hour and a half are sparse. He was willing to help a friend despite being a little stressed out lately. Thanks, Yeltie!

Stephanie was my fitter. Not only was I excited to work with her because I already knew her, but she is apparently quite good at working with pain issues, such as those I’ve had on my bikes of the past.

After pleasantries and paperwork, we talked about my experience as a cyclist and my expectations for my new bike. As it stands, I use my bike primarily for commuting, but I have one motherlode of a commute: it takes me about an hour to get into the heart of the city. Additionally, I have been known to participate in bike moves, bike camping, and other events that result in even more time on the bike than just a simple commute. I usually carry quite a load, including my own body. My approach to the bicycle is very utilitarian–the reason it works for me is that I incorporate it into my everyday life, rather than using my bike just for recreational activities.

After the discussion, we got up to start some floor work. Stephanie had me stand in a neutral position while she and Natalie stood in front of me and talked about the minute differences in the skeletal structure of my body. A pelvic injury I suffered eight years ago, which I still have to visit the chiropractor regularly for, could actually be seen by them standing a fair distance away, by looking at where my hands were when asked to place my hands on my hips. As someone who is pretty insecure about her body, it was a little odd to have two people looking at me and noticing that my knees stick outward, or that my right foot and leg stick outward at rest. They then stood a fair distance behind me, almost immediately noted “do you see her ankles?” and it felt a little awkward. As they drew dots on my Achilles tendon as a teaching tool, Yeltie distracted me by taking photos of my feet. Just call me John Merrick.

Next, they had me perform a series of easy range of motion exercises. I learned that I have a long cranial-sacral mobile (I think that was the term?), which is why I’ve always been able to easily touch the ground when flopped over at the waist. I got to practice my tree pose mental balance technique in another exercise, and as I moved I felt my ankle tremble just before another exclamation: “look what her ankle is doing!”

Finally, as I layed on a squishy yoga mat on the floor, Stephanie manipulated my legs to get some numbers related to my flexibility. Once again, my old injury was easy to spot, as the numbers were way large on the right leg, and equally small on the left, as they compensate for each other when my pelvis is out of whack (I just got adjusted on Monday…?!?!)

We then transitioned over to the large mirrors and cycle fit area, where they put my current bike on the stand, I rode, and they analyzed my current fit. Pretty good, except for my arms are still at too obtuse of an angle (see above photo). They even did a seat post adjustment that should alleviate my recent knee pain. Afterward, they switched to the special bike used for fittings, putting my Brooks saddle and the bars Natalie had ordered onto a bike where literally everything was adjustable.

I didn’t think much about my comfort as I was told to dismount, remount, and ride several times, as I was expecting Natalie and Stephanie would be making the decision on what was correct based on what they saw. They did start asking me about my comfort, and suddenly I realized my forearms felt really tense. Or my elbow was kinda sore, and they noticed I was locking my elbows. I suspected that much like smelling too many samples in a perfume shop, I wouldn’t be able to tell if something was right as I’d be on muscle memory overload.

But then it happened.

Immediately after starting to pedal, I had a moment where it just clicked, and I knew that was it. Natalie and Stephanie liked what they were seeing, and we were mostly done. They wrote down measurements from the adjustable bike while I snapped a few shots.

As I watched them work from across the room, I took in the visual of the saddle and bars, and realized that my bike is going to be pretty classy. Since last week I’ve been able to close my eyes and actually start to visualize my new bike for the first time, and seeing the saddle and bars together sharpens that image a little more. As Stephanie was so kind to put my Brooks saddle on my old bike, Natalie and I chatted about other things relating to the direction this bike is going to go in, including the goal of the bike, and discussing some interesting paint options. She surprised me immensely when she said she would likely have some design options ready within days, although it sounds that because the frame needs to get shipped to Colorado for powdercoating, it’s pretty likely that I won’t get my completed bike until November. I was hoping to get it in October, my favorite month. Oh well!

Next: designs! (Hopefully)

See more photos from the session here.

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Sweetpea Journey #1: First Steps

If you didn’t know, I’m getting a custom-made bike from Sweetpea Bicycles. Natalie Ramsland builds these bikes specifically for women, one of just two women frame builders in the United States (the other is Luna Cycles). Many people I know are interested in hearing about the process, so I hope to be blogging about it each step of the way. Read the series here. And awaaay we go!

My Sweetpea journey started in Spring 2008 when I heard word that my credit union, Unitus, was going to start offering bike loans. A long-time Unitus customer, I agreed to be the guinea pig for the program, and when talking to the woman developing the program, said that if I could choose anything, I would prefer to get my bike from Portland’s own Sweetpea Bicycles. The woman said if I could convince them to sign on to the loan program I could do it, and one short phone call later, it looked like my wildest dreams would be coming true.

Meanwhile, as the details of my loan got worked out, I sent in my $500 deposit to Natalie to hold my place in her wait list, which at that point was approximately a year and a half. This was May 2008. Immediately after sending in my deposit, I wrote out a lengthy description of what I was thinking I wanted my bike to be, to do, and to look like.

Because the bike loan program was a pretty new idea for the United States, there was a fair amount of press I was in (including here and here). It gave me a chance to get some good attention for bikes, an awesome local bike builder, and my favorite credit union, all in one!

In the following months, I saw Natalie now and again, and sometimes conversation would touch upon my bike, but usually not. My bicycling enthusiast friends would ask me a couple of times a month how much longer I’d have to wait–so occasionally I would check in and try to get a time estimate. As much as possible, I tried to abide by their philosophy to “practice zen-like calm and patience,” but man is it hard when you see your builder and/or her husband on a regular basis. Meanwhile, Natalie got some national exposure in Bicycling Magazine and Outdoors, and her waiting list doubled in size.

Finally, when I was recovering from a cold in the middle of August 2009, I got an email from Natalie suggesting we set up an appointment for my first fitting, as it was almost go time!

When I scheduled my fit appointment at Bicycle Fitting Services, her preferred fitter, I learned that it’s actually a two-appointment process. The first appointment happens before your bike is fabricated. Over the course of two hours, as I sit on the top of a completely, totally adjustable faux bike, Natalie and the fitter (in my case, Stephanie) get all sorts of measurements and information. The fact that I have a wonky pelvis and sometimes my legs are two different lengths (as much as an inch and a half at times!) is important. The second appointment is done after the bike has been fabricated, for final fit and micro-adjustments.

Last weekend I biked the hour and a half from my house to Sweetpea World Headquarters, where Natalie and I drank tea, hung out and ended up chatting a bit about my bike. She had me try a specific set of bars she was thinking would work well, and they did–but she needed to order a pair before my fitting, meaning I’d have to delay the appointment a bit. In this process, I learned, it’s ideal to come to your first fit with the bars, saddle, and pedals (the three contact points) you think you’ll be using on the final bike. I already knew I’d be using a Brooks B17 Champion Special saddle, and flat pedals, because I don’t use SPDs and haven’t really enjoyed my experience with toe clips. Natalie ordered the Nitton all-rounder, which you can see on a bike here.

Soon after the bars got ordered, I got a flurry of emails from Natalie through her project management web site. I soon discovered this site is communication central, where ideas are tossed around between client and builder. Boilerplate information about paint is posted, JPGs of other bikes are uploaded to have a common frame of reference, and discussions about design ideas are archived in threads to make things as efficient as possible.

Next: my first fit appointment this afternoon. I’m bringing a camera, so hopefully I’ll be able to get a photo or two!

This is the first post in a series about the journey to getting my Sweetpea Bicycle.

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Kidlets, or the Lack Thereof


Facebook
has reunited me with many people from my past, including several from high school I hadn’t been in touch with since the evening of my graduation or earlier. Some of them have remained friends since that time, some of them were friends until we lost touch, and some were never more than mere acquaintances. Of these acquaintances, I’m vaguely curious about hearing where those people are in the world, but that’s about all.

As I acquired these Facebook friends, my friends update page started filling with profile photos of women’s large bellies, hundreds of snapshots from various toddler birthdays, idyllic (and completely unbelievable) family portraits of my acquaintances and their new families in matching sweaters, status updates about breastfeeding, results posted for the quiz “How many babies will you have?,” and more.

At one point, I updated my status to “Heather is amused at family portraits with matching sweaters” or something similar. And sadly, one of these acquaintances, who must have thought I was talking about her specifically, chose not to be my friend anymore!

Really though, I’ve never been much of a kid person. When I “catch up” with many of these same high school people, they often (especially if they’re female) ask if I’m married and/or have any children. Which probably proves we were never really friends, or they were never really paying attention. Of course offering back a simple “no” without editorial comment is a lot easier than delving into why I don’t really love children (except yours, of COURSE!), or my support for the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement. Or daring to say that I have never wanted to sacrifice my career or happiness for children. Or all the other things I could say that would be even more honest.

Instead of the brutal and unpopular truth, I’ve tried to become more accustomed to being around my friends’ offspring, remaining mostly open to new kid experiences. Some of these kids are great–I can sit and converse with them without wanting to tear out my hair. Other kids, not so much.

This adjustment has been mostly out of necessity, because it seems that almost all my peers are having children. I’m continually befuddled why they are doing this, but in the meantime, it helps make me slightly more socially acceptable.

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Pages from the Past

Just over ten years ago, during my longest stint to-date in New York City, I bought a blank book at my neighborhood Barnes and Noble. Made from recycled maps, it was just what I needed to start writing daily. Being in New York was stressful, I had nowhere to let off steam, and the book was as cheap as it was lovely–very important for an aesthetically-conscious student!

Thus began a year or so of writing down my day-to-day thoughts.

Recently I skimmed through the original nameless book and those that followed, reminiscing about the past eleven years, marveling about how much things have changed, realizing how much they’ve stayed the same, and gaining some insight about the early days of what are now some of my most deeply ingrained habits.

The majority of the first book was written during my time in New York. The writing has an innocent, optimistic feel to it despite much of the content surrounding struggles with roommate dynamics and missing home. At the beginning, I make myself a promise:
I hereby resolve that I will not write in here every day. It wouldn’t last until the end of the two months I have left here, and I’m not very good about forcing myself to write regularly like this–it’s one of those extra things I do when there’s no other pressing issue–school, for example….
This first volume contains mementos from New York, such as several leaves collected on my many walks through Central Park. As the leaves became dried and flat between the pages of the book, so did the once-vibrant colors. Other mementos include comic strips I cut out of Willamette Week when it was sent from home–strips that don’t run in Portland anymore like “This Modern World” by Tom Tomorrow (Bill Clinton: “I let an intern play with my wee-wee!”) or “The City” by Derf.

The writing contains mementos too, like quoted lines from shows I saw in New York, like the clever drag play The Mystery of Irma Vep (“Virginity is like the balloon in the carnival of life…it’s gone with the first prick.”), and references to my internship at the non-profit wing of a well-known media company. An early art critique: (“The more I see abstract art, the more I want to inflict violence upon abstract artists–but this abstract sculpture garden was different.”) Finally, a warning based on personal experience one long Sunday afternoon: “Note to self: never try to cross Central Park during the NYC Marathon.”

A Tibetan painting of Buddha and a mandala is on the cover of the next book, which I bought at a Met exhibit while still in New York and started using a few weeks after my return. During this time, I received my first negative work review:
Already I was kinda crabby today, then I got an email from H. (from [my internship]) which contained a copy of the evaluation letter she had already faxed to my school. At first, I was totally flabbergasted, so shocked that I was numb. Then, I felt like crying. And angry. Now, I just need to have a talk to [my professor] about the fact that there are two sides to that letter. Either way, it just brought me back to reality about my internship, and really about New York. I was uncomfortable there. Some crazy part of me thought I mildly enjoyed my internship, and New York wasn’t so bad–in the past week. Duh me!
Occasionally it crosses my mind whether this bad evaluation letter may have been retaliation for the internship review I turned in before leaving, or the result of my wacky west coast, Birkenstock-wearing self just not meshing well in an east coast corporate culture. Regardless, it still hurts to think about this letter. I think it paved the way for my total dread surrounding written reviews, and my wondering whether people secretly hate me became even more pervasive.

A group of ladybugs grace the cover of the third book. It still has blank pages in it, gaps of several years between entries, and features my early efforts at becoming a bike commuter:
Next weekend I think I’m going to bike to school, to see how it’s done. Maybe if it stays warm in September I’ll be able to make the trip a few times. I know I can do it, it’s just a matter of doing it. Well, ‘cept I imagine I’ll be walking most of [Riverside] cemetery–the BIG HILL…
Turns out that the bike I was using at the time was pretty great for a newbie to go up the big hill, although that hill wears me out to this day. Occasionally commuting to school like that was just the beginning of what has become a beautiful adult relationship with the bicycle. This book also documents the day I moved into my house (this Sunday is a milestone anniversary!), my first experiences as a research assistant for a textbook, a swatch of fabric from my Into the Woods costume, references to my “allergies” that ended up actually being a toxic mold in our theater building, and much, much more.

That last book isn’t full though, even though it was started in July 1999. The regular entries end with September 5, 2001, and then are sporadic: one entry each in 2002, 2003, and 2007. During times of inner turmoil through the years I realized that I should restart my habit, but other things usually got in the way. Writing things down, making lists, creating on-the-fly haikus, and collecting extremely flat mementos are both helpful in the moment and looking back. It is with this in mind that I have started filling up the rest of that book–an attempt to get back in the habit of documenting and working out inner struggles, and providing insight for my older self. And possibly my future biographer. : )

Have you ever looked back at your old writing and uncovered new insights?

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I Like You, But I Like Amy Sedaris More

Cookbooks comprise a decent segment of my large book collection. I don’t have an entire bookcase full of cookbooks like my friend Dana, but the titles I do have are invaluable to me. Whether the book is a bible of staples, like Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything Vegetarian, or a personally-unrealistic tome like Vegan with a Vengeance (I once prepared one recipe in that book and it took me all day…literally!), the cookbooks I’ve chosen to keep around are there for a reason. The Joy of Cooking has a creepy chapter about preparing and cooking game meats that I avoid even laying eyes on, but in exchange it has some great baking selections.

Similarly, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence by Amy Sedaris has a lot of recipes with meat in them. What would you expect, with an entire chapter on how to entertain lumberjacks? Including “Crosscut Stump Stew” and “Chip Chop Chicken Pot Pie,” every single lumberjack dish contains at least one type of meat. So obviously, recipes in that chapter are fairly useless to me.

Vegetarian selections in the book that get my seal of approval include the lentil soup, Spanish rice, spanikopita (Amy is of Greek descent), and pineapple upside-down cake. They’re simple, delicious, and don’t require organic arugula flown in from southern Italy. In fact, tonight I’m planning on making her Spanish rice (“eat it rapido, RAPIDO!”) for dinner.

I didn’t buy this book because of the recipes though–discovering that so many of them are so wonderful was just an added bonus.

The real reason this book has a particularly special place in my heart is that it is also completely hilarious, written by a woman whose off-kilter sense of humor makes her one of my favorite comedic actors ever.

There’s the three-spread introduction which features Amy transforming from a perky 1970s-era Martha Stewart into a sleepy lazeabout. Instructions for ladies on vaginal cleansing and how to get the bloodstains out of one’s underwear. A chapter called “Entertaining the Elderly,” which of course features comically large print. Approximately 15 craft ideas involving pantyhose are contained in the book. Insider jokes sprinkled throughout for those of us familiar with Amy’s or her brother David’s work, such as the recipe and adjacent illustration for “Jerri’s Hot Fruit” or handwritten instructions for the “Fuck-It Bucket.” Then when you discover the secret poster, you’ll be rolling on the floor.

And the photos! Amy and her designer friend Todd Oldham did all the photography inside her Christopher Street apartment in New York City using Amy’s collections of vintage dishware, squirrels, and an assortment of offbeat props such as fake prostheses, rabbit clothes, vintage knick-knacks, and more. The burnt orange and dirty yellow feel of the 1970s reigns here, with many of the foods photograph displaying a sickly sheen due to the hot weather when Todd and Amy were shooting.

Amy did a book tour right after this book was released in Fall 2006. My friend Clinton and I were lucky enough to see her in person, where she showed up in a 1950s-era dress and heels (like on the cover of the book), demonstrated a couple of craft projects, and answered many questions from the packed audience. Afterward, she did a book signing, filling in the “This Sturdy Book Belonged to: _______” page. In addition to filling in our names, she wrote “Good times!” in mine, and “Drinking Kills Feelings” in Clinton’s book–both references to her cult television show “Strangers with Candy.”

In closing, if you enjoy photos of googly-eyed peanuts, there’s no book I would recommend more than I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence. Or if you’re planning on having a group of rabbits over to dinner. Or if you need to make a salt map of Alaska. Or if you need gift ideas for gypsies. Or if you’re grieving. But mostly if you need some chuckles and good eats.

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Green is Good

As part of my involvement in the Portland to Milwaukie Light Rail project, I was honored to be invited on a preview ride of TriMet’s green line yesterday, poised to open in less than a month!

I’ve been very excited about the green line since I stumbled onto the project web site in an early phase, around late 2005. My very own neighborhood getting a MAX line! If you have talked to me at all in the past couple of years, you probably know how excited I am about it.

During that time, I’ve eagerly watched the slow progress of the project whenever I traveled the mile east of my house to I-205, as well as at my (former) office located along the line in NW Portland. During my last two months on the job, I got daily reminders of progress: encountering groups of operators being trained; hearing the gentle, old-timey “clang clang” of bells on the new trains (above); and watching the installation of brushed aluminum bus shelters, bike racks, and garbage cans in the street next to my workplace.

Yesterday’s preview ride started on NW 5th, a block away from my former office. It was the last preview ride being given before the line opens September 12. The two rail cars were packed like sardines, mostly with staff members of the Portland Development Commission and Columbia River Crossing, along with others with random connections to the project, such as me.

The noise level in the train was excruciating during the first leg of the tour, the bus mall in downtown Portland along 5th and 6th Avenues. Not only were most of the sardines trying to have loud conversations instead of enjoying their preview ride, but TriMet staff were using an overly-loud intercom to point out interesting development projects along the line. It seemed the intercom was experiencing major interference of the buzzing sort whenever the train was in motion–possibly related to the electricity conducted in movement along the overhead wire. A elderly man representing Ride Connection was trying to make conversation with me, but between all the ambient noise, a miserable cold making my ears stuffy and my voice low and soft, and possibly his elderly hearing loss, we were not very successful.

Eventually we made our way by Union Station on a new segment of track, and started east. Since I have taken the MAX from NE 60th to Chinatown fairly regularly, this segment was mostly old news. However, I did take the time to notice the larger windows on the new trains, shiny aluminum edging on the new seats, and the friendlier partition between MAX operator and passengers (plexiglass with an openable window vs. solid wall/door on the old trains, making it possible for passengers to actually see ahead of and behind the train!). It was also very fun to go by existing MAX stations, like Hollywood, and move past a whole platform of people with completely befuddled looks on their faces (“Why isn’t this train stopping? It says ‘Not in Service’ but it’s full of people!”).

Once we got to Gateway, the real preview started. This is where the green line turns south to the new rail segment, eventually terminating at Clackamas Town Center. I’ll admit it wasn’t a particularly scenic tour, particularly if you drive I-205 with any regularity. There was a lot of freeway, beds of rock, grassy highway waysides, and freeway noise partitions. The real draw was being able to finally get a close-up view of each station.

Platforms along the route are fairly simple, with roofs evocative of old-time train stations, built in a more modern aluminum. One of my favorite features is the beautiful iridescent tiles surrounding the post of each of these structures (above)–tiles at each station are a different color. I imagine this color coding could be a very effective way to quickly tell which stop you’re at, if you’re visually impaired and not able to see great distances, or missed reading signage as you passed it. It’s also reminiscent of the beautiful tilework of the New York City subway system.

In addition, each station has a unique piece of public art that was created specifically with that neighborhood in mind. There are a lot of problems with “token” public art like this: you generally have to design it to be vandal-resistant, it’s easily ignorable, and often ends up looking like a poor imitation of Isamu Noguchi’s work. There are definitely some pieces along the green line that miss the mark, like the blue, twisted up fence sculpture called “Sky to Earth” at the Division station, which screams to me “vandals attack construction site.” (If you think about it though, vandals attacking a construction site is very Outer SE Portland! And I am allowed to say that because I’ve lived here for 31 years.)

Fortunately there are a few installations that fare much better. Most notably “Shared Vision,” a kinetic sculpture featuring metal Chinese lanterns and a flame motif, with moving pieces that make gentle clinking sounds in the breeze. Apparently this sculpture has fiberoptic lighting to draw attention to itself at night. With such a large concentration of Portland’s Chinese community populating East Portland near this station at Holgate, it’s easy to identify its appropriateness for the neighborhood. It moves me almost as much as this piece from the yellow line’s expo center station, which I think is my favorite piece of public art of all time.

We were given the opportunity to get off the train at the Lents station, giving me better photo ops than those on the moving train. It was at this point I also noticed the tempered glass windbreaks under each shelter structure, featuring a marshy scene of reeds and sparrows. This stop also gave me the opportunity to notice the new elevated crossing built for the adjacent multi-use path as part of this project. (Crossing most of the highway-feeder streets on this path as a pedestrian or cyclist has always been dangerous at best, so eliminating even one of these is very helpful.) Here I also got a close-up look at one of the more engaging art pieces (above). Looking at the “Art on the MAX Green Line” brochure, I’m not sure if the piece is still unfinished or if the yellow and red flower tops shown in the brochure illustration were scrapped at some point, but this is another installation that will be lit at night using solar panels that live on the structure.

There are two problems that haven’t been solved for this new line. First, if you’re unfamiliar with the stops on a train, it can be very stressful to make sure you’re not missing your stop–a great way to help passengers avoid this stress is to post line maps above every door, at minimum, preferably with lighted dots that show the train’s progress. The last time I was in New York in 2004, it was a very welcome addition when I was riding lines my memory was a little fuzzy on, and I’m very surprised it’s still so difficult to get that basic information when you’re on a MAX train. Second, most of the stops have enormous, ugly parking lots that are difficult to avoid, but dangerous as a cyclist or pedestrian. Traversing through a parking lot is hazardous if you’re not in a car, and that’s the largest reason I’m choosing to use the tiny Flavel station over the larger, equidistant Fuller station–I can access the platform at Flavel from Flavel itself, rather than needing to traverse an area where people are rushing to park to make the next train, or not looking out for pedestrians and cyclists before they back out of a parking space. I know that TriMet has a better ped/bike awareness than most agencies, and strives to improve functionality and safety on their capital projects, so I hope these improvements will be made for the future Milwaukie light rail line.

After passing my future Flavel station, we climbed over the elevated structure at Johnson Creek Boulevard. It seemed natural to want to get a photo from the top of the structure I’ve watched slowly being erected over the last two years. Due to timing though, I only managed to get two off-center photos, one from the north side of the street, and one from the south side of the street. Living so close to Clackamas Town Center (the terminal station) my entire life, I appreciated a historical new perspective on the building, and took this shot of the mall (although in general I abhor the place and don’t think it’s much to look at).

At this point both my camera and iPhone had run out of space for photos, so during the ride back I mostly relaxed, watching my very own neighborhood roll by from a MAX train, and savoring my last month of anticipation before opening day.

See more photos from my tour here. And here is an interesting compilation of cultural history along the I-205 line.

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Help Decide the Topic of My First Zine!

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Here’s your chance to influence the future.

Yesterday I created my first mock-up of a zine (cover shown at left), partially to start utilizing the InDesign classes I took at the IPRC this winter, and partially to build my portfolio up a bit for future endeavors.

Here’s where you come in, friend. I’ve come up with a few topics, but can’t decide which I should tackle as my first project. What would you prefer to read?

Walking tour of Chinatown, for a friend’s newsstand currently in development.
In the Kitchen, a zine of thoughts about food and cooking, recipes, photos, etc.
WWII Japanese internment camps. A lesser-known topic, but important. I have some good photos of the three I’ve visited, and there are plenty of public domain images available that Ansel Adams took for the United States government.
Bikes! Bikes are well-covered in the zine world and in Portland, so it would probably need to be more specific. Like doing bike moves, how to choose a bike, stories of people’s individual bikes, or something like that.

Leave a comment below with your vote and thoughts. Next week I will take a look at the responses, and start moving forward with my planned production schedule. Thanks, friend!

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Have I Mentioned I Love Books?

And libraries?

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Evolution of a Curly Girl

Until a couple of years ago, my hair seemed problematic to everyone.

Photographs show that the early years went relatively well. As a cherub-faced toddler, flaxen ringlets cascaded gently down the sides of my head. A little frizzy perhaps, but there was a general consensus by all that I had curly hair.

(Perhaps I should also mention that the parent who passed the curly gene on to me was not on the scene after I was three years old. An important factor moving forward!)

By kindergarten, my hair had grown to waist length. My straight-haired mother would braid it each night before I went to bed so it wouldn’t get horrifically tangled (the worst tangles were always at the nape of the neck). After a bath, she would apply some leave-in conditioner, comb it out, braid it, and when it had finally dried, I chalked any curliness up to the braids. If that wasn’t enough trouble, at school, the metal rivets on the backs of the chairs would pull my hair out, a few strands at a time, nearly every time I got out of my chair or turned my head. Pretty painful for a five year old!

When I was in second grade, I decided to cut the length off. That’d solve everything, right? My mother told me that I would still want bangs, and since my mother knows everything(!), I trusted her judgement. My hair seemed to mostly act straight, and any memory I had of having ever had curly hair faded away.

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Soon though, I started getting small pieces (especially the edges of the bangs!) that would randomly stick up like a wing on the side of my head. The only relief was during the few minutes it would stay tucked behind my ear. It wasn’t long before another wing sprouted on the other side. I kept careful watch over my head to make sure it didn’t fly off to Baltimore without me.

Throughout the rest of elementary school, I tried other control tactics, like a perm(!) in fourth grade, and in sixth grade, I just started pulling up the canopy of my hair into a barrette, teasing and hairspraying my bangs into reaching for the stars in submission. It just never really looked all that great, but I was perpetually befuddled about what to do.

Diverging from my mother’s input, in seventh grade, I took creative control and made my bangs part of my hair again. I even stopped brushing my hair for a period. My locker mate teased me about this, but the fact was that it looked better than it almost ever had. In eighth grade I cut my hair into a bob, the style it mostly remained in for the next ten years.

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Whenever I would get my hair cut, people would say my hair had “the perfect amount of curl,” whatever that meant. Depending on the circumstances it might be a little wavy in the morning, but it would usually go limp rather quickly. On rainy days my hair would sometimes even look a teeny bit curly.

There were a couple of times I used foam curlers for high school theater productions, and was very surprised how great it always turned out, and how long it stayed in place. Friends always complained that their hair never held the curl long, if at all. I usually shrugged, not knowing how to explain my luck.

After having success with another lifestyle experiment, late in 2006 I decided to see what would happen if I started trying to encourage the curl instead of being apathetic about it. Internet research quickly led me to the book Curly Girl by Lorraine Massey with Deborah Chiel.

According to the book, some pretty radical changes would be necessary if I wanted to see how curly my hair truly was. No normal blow-drying. No brushing. And this is the one that always surprises people–no more shampoo.

That’s right kids, I haven’t shampooed my hair since February 2, 2007. And it has never looked better.

This process quickly revealed a head full of beautiful Botticelli ringlets like the ones in my baby photos, so it only took a couple of months for me to reclassify this project from an experiment to a full-fledged lifestyle change. Shortly thereafter I also discovered NaturallyCurly.com, where I learned even more: plopping, a more detailed hair-typing system, new products to try, and more.

For many years, I wasn’t able to grow my hair past shoulder length, as it would start looking wretched and be completely unmanageable. I would get a haircut about every 3-4 months. Now I can easily go a year between haircuts. My hair reaches far beneath my shoulders and if the attention it gets from friends is any indication, it’s looking better than it ever has!

If you tend to wear your hair in a ponytail all the time, or if you get major frizz when it’s rainy or humid, you might have wavy or curly hair that you’re not caring of properly. Do yourself a favor and read Curly Girl–you can even preview some of the content here. (The book covers kinky hair too!)

After years of following the same old thing unquestioningly, I reaped big rewards trying something radically different. Discovering how to properly care for my hair was thrilling, and such a successful experiment will serve as inspiration for future experiments I undertake.

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