Yesterday on my way home--besides forgetting to go to the grocery store--I stopped at the Westerville Bike Shop to pick up some supplies and gawk at beautiful things I can't afford and wouldn't buy new (
I opted for the single-strap cages over the double-strap cages--not sure why; I suppose I didn't want to appear too gaudy or something, as if being flashier was stepping outside of the boundaries of the tacit mores of a sub-culture of Biking of which I'm not even a part (read: self-inflicted paranoia); as if a tricked-out bike should only be backed up by experience and abilities (of which I have none). Perhaps I was attempting to appear modest (in my self-contained world) by resisting the urge to "pimp" out a mid-90's touring bike-turned-beater-fixie. Sorry Xzibit. Damn, I need to get away from the internet and meet some friends. Haha
Sub-cultures are so interesting to me. Thoughts?
January 8, 2009
Shiny metal things
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i get the same type of paranoia. i get so paranoid that i automatically assume everyone who is really into bikes are bike jocks and i'm just not one. haha. i think it's from being in punk and hardcore so long, for both of us. maybe not. i don't know where i am going with this, really.
ReplyDeleteyou are cool though
ReplyDeleteand so is carlyn.
does she have a blog?
Yeah, it really does have to do with punk/hardcore communities. They are microcosms--such a cliche--but so true. Politics and drama, hierarchies, rituals, cliques, organizers, followers, mores & norms, old school, toys, etc...
ReplyDelete= Little, self-contained cultures.
Don't step, get respect. Shit like that. Haha. Kinda goofy in many ways, but you might agree sometimes it makes sense to respect it--and sometimes it's comforting