Car society is evil. You WILL stop for me in the crosswalk. I like a little aggressive stare to let them know they’re on thin ice.
Listen, I’m not going to walk slow on purpose, but I’m sure as hell not going to do that abominable little jog so you can get where you’re going faster.
We must restore the dictatorship of the pedestrian.
listen carefully when i tell you this.. you have the right of way in just about every situation. it is the car driver's responsibility to not hit people. now i'm not condoning jumping into traffic here. you should still make responsible decisions as a pedestrian. BUT you must feel empowered to exercise your right of way. is a car trying to roll thru a stop sign while you're crossing and attempting to cut you off? keep walking. get in their way and make them slow down. look directly at them thru the windshield. mouth (or shout) the words "thank you" and smile at them without breaking eye contact and without breaking your stride. bonus points for slowing down your pace and making them wait even longer. this is my daily retaliation against car-centric infrastructure. make them think, at least for one single moment, about their mistake and remind them that roads are for people before they are for cars. always.
I can't believe it's a crime 💔 I can't imagine getting anywhere without jaywalking.
And I'm the pedestrian! I'm the one facing hot weather, rain and not in the comfort of a car producing carbon gas! I can go anywhere and they should always stop for me!
Truly what is the driver gonna do? Run me over? They don't have the guts! I'm the ruler of these streets!
Go jaywalk!! They can't run all of us over! ! 🏃🏃🏃
I am trying to embody this ethos as someone who gets frustrated when I’m not immediately good at something.
I fear that in order to get better at things, we often have to suck at them for a while.
But actually, mediocrity is a phase of progress. I guess I’m saying let’s be easy on ourselves.
Dress the tomatoes in olive oil, lemon juice, and salt/pepper. I just moved back to the states from Japan. There was no sourdough and cheese was so pricey. This is so simple, but it’s heaven to me.
When I make something so delicious and the picture makes it look like doodoo… there’s a certain humanity in that which is missing from the perfectly lit overhead shot. Extra points if you’ve already eaten half of it before you remember to take a picture.