As promised, here are a few sneak peeks at the awesomeness that will be ARTCRANK in Austin, Texas. So many of these works have been printed on Olmsted-Kirk Papers. Makes my heart go pittypat. Take a look, the artist and paper particulars are included. There will be thirty artists, here are just four of them and a peek at part of their posters. See you there!
Minneapolis has become a favorite cycling destination of mine—over the years I’ve made a number of friends in town that manage to get me in just enough trouble to keep it interesting, and out of jail.
We love riding. We really, really love riding. As our tires hit the pavement this new year, we’ve been thinking about all of the incredible rides we have to look forward to and a few in our office have even started making it official, scheduling races and writing down their bucket list of singletrack and road rides they hope to tackle in 2012. But part of what makes our future rides so exciting is the memories of adventures last year:
Roughly one year ago, I woke up in our house at 2:00am to the smell of smoke. Not the warm, woody, fire-in-the-fireplace kind of smoke, but the acrid, searing, burning-plastic kind. It’s somewhat amazing that I was the one who noticed it: my wife, who wrinkles her nose when the neighbor’s cat farts, swears that I have no sense of smell at all.