I was riding home from bowling the other night, as usual my mind racing with all sorts of brilliant and unbrilliant thoughts. Over time, in Amsterdam, one develops this talent to just ride fast as hell, ignore red lights, and weave around traffic and kamikaze pedestrians. Sometimes a person...
Sylkk, another great blogger in black, gmailed me to ask about where I get my maté, and why hers might be tasting bad. I felt like I was one of those familiar faces in her neighborhood, like the guy at the post office. Plus I was glad...
It has been talked about on other blogs and it's true to some extent: I am surrounded by wonderful women in my life, both online and offline in the 'dam. Super intelligent, extremely independent, amazingly adventurous, and just plain silly... these are my ladies, my friends, my Amsterdam family. And...
The communiqué presents: a slightly edited version of an interview with my buddy JP who resides in Lisbon, Portugal, and can out curse a sailor when he wants to. bicyclemark: Well... first off, welcome to the blog JP... bicyclemark: So JP... do you recall around the time where you and I...
Other bloggers, especially the experienced ones who, for example, appear on television on some show that will never air in Europa, say don't blog about work. I've seen good people get shit from colleagues or even get the ax, because of their blog. But I'm the part-time...
