Where I work, our network access passwords are aged out periodically — we’re required to change them every so often, and if we don’t change the password, the password is reset for us automatically and we’re locked out of the system. Last week, I gently mocked a colleague because he forgot to change his password. Ha ha ha.
Guess what I forgot to do over this last weekend? Yep. Ha ha ha.
Bad Astronomy blogger Phil Plait rides a bicycle and makes a friend:
I don’t know the name of the man I shared those few minutes with. My knowledge of him is that he lives somewhere near me, he’s a bit younger than me, and he likes to bike, but that’s it. I don’t even know his name. Maybe he’s a scientist. Maybe he’s an accountant. Maybe he’s a creationist, or believes in astrology, or UFOs, or doesn’t like Star Trek, or he’s a social conservative. Chances are pretty good that there’s something about him that is vastly different than me.
But none of that matters. Right then, all that mattered was that we were both human beings, alive, outside, and enjoying the particular circumstances the world had thrown at us for that short time
Propsect Park West in Brooklyn.
September is bike safety month in Sacramento.
Spin City: bike events in Santa Cruz, CA.
My pal Ross and his post ride diabetic hangover.
Streetsblog: “deep rooted cultural issues” and disease epidemics.
Check out this collection of cargo bike photos.