star power

so the former mayor has plead no contest to a bunch of felonies, the chief of police has retired, and all i can think about is making eye contact with drew barrymore yesterday. mind you, the last time this occurred was at lollapolooza about ten years ago. i went to see hole, and wound up seeing bush. that's a courtney love joke, in case you didn't get it. i spotted drew in the aisle checking out eric erlander, hole guitarist and her boyfriend at the time. i informed my friend gar, and we politely turned our backs to the stage and stared at drew. she was dressed casually in overalls and a tee shirt, with a noticeable lack of entourage. she was videotaping the set, and i'm sure she caught us on camera. yesterday, while wasting time in the coffee shop, she presented herself to me yet again. as i sat in the front window, she appeared on the sidewalk pacing back and forth while talking on her blackberry. we locked eyes for a moment, and i hoped she picked up on my fixed gear hipster indifference. this is somewhat difficult to project, given i'm about twice the age of the average fix kid. i really wanted to give her some stickers from the local bike co-op where i volunteer, and tell her all about our altrustic motives and programs. but, like the sucker i am, i had neither stickers nor a camera to document the moment.  

justification

so, this, apparently, is a defining moment. it is the moment i start blogging. why i chose this moment is not clear. do i have anything worthwhile to say? probably not. but things need to be said and said they will be. firstly, what am i going to bitch and moan about? bikes, music, detroit, and, most importantly, myself, not necessarily in that order.  secondly, i owe you nothing, so fuck off!

so, hollywood comes to detroit. like a vampire. sucking the last vital juices from our once proud metropolis. thanks to former canadian child star/current michigan governor jennifer granholm, the film industry has swooped in to pick the bones of the local economy. reason? a 40% rebate. how can i get that deal? short answer, i can't. fuck you, bitch! the result is that it is not uncommon to encounter multiple shoots on my daily commute around the city. today, for example, the local hippie/vegan cafe has been descended upon by industry locusts. ellen page was ahead of me in line. as you have probably gathered, i was less than impressed. perhaps if they had some freelance work, i might be a little more welcoming.