Lipward Bound!

Back in July, I sounded my barbaric yawp about having just purchased a ticket to see The Flaming Lips in Vancouver, B.C., the show is now just days away (Sunday), and I’m just about going out of mind with anticipation!

Right now, I’m working on a transportation plan, aiming to drive to the nearest Sky Train station, leave the car there, ride the train downtown, and then take a bus to Stanley Park. Woot!

Yes, it’s an outdoor show and there’s rain in the forecast, but my excitement is not diminished in the least! I will have full rain gear, layers, boots…heck!…I live in Bellingham for crying out loud!

And now, to keep the good Lips vibes going, and to share a little Flaming goodness with those who will not be able to make it to the show, I offer up this clip of what appears to be a new song (Update) a song from their latest album, Embryonic, a little taste of these weird Oklahomans.

Note:Nice to see Wayne stretching out on the guitar. It’s easy to forget that he has chops.

Video Fridays: The Flaming Lips

Although words can’t fully describe how frickin’ excited I am about having just purchased tickets to see The Flaming Lips at the Malkin Bowl in Vancouver’s Stanley Park, in September…

…I think I’ll try anyway.

I’m EXTREMELY excited!

…um…I think I need the help of Walt Whitman.

I’m so EXTREMELY excited that I feel the urge to sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world!

In celebration of this pending mind-blowing audio-visual freakout, this week’s Video Friday’s installment shall be a snippet of mind-blowing audio-visual freakout, one of my favorite Lips songs, Do Your Realize?, from their 2002 album Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots.

Happy Weekend, everyone!


Learn to speak Bicycle

Years ago, I was in Vancouver with my bicycle and I saw the sign posted here. It was a revelation. A major city could actually think well about modes of transportation other than the automobile! I didn’t think it was possible.

On that same trip, I saw another sign, which read:

Learn To Speak Bicycle

The sign provided some basic information, and it turns out that speaking bicycle requires a refreshing and accessible small vocabulary.

The Speaking Bicycle Dictionary

ring-ring: A sound made by a bicycle bell; a signal made by a cyclist, out of courtesy, to alert a pedestrian that a bicycle is coming their way

honk-honk: A sound made by a bicycle horn; (see ring-ring)

on your left: A vocal signal provided to a pedestrian by a cyclist, indicating that the cyclist would soon be passing on the left.

thank you: A vocal signal provided to a cyclist by a pedestrian, out of courtesy, indicating that the pedestrian has received signals from the cyclist such as ring-ring, honk-honk, and on your left

And that’s it! Super easy!

Like any language, speaking Bicycle depends on two-way communication. For instance, a cyclist could use the correct grammar — ring-ring and on your left — correctly, but if the pedestrian they are trying to communicate doesn’t speak Bicycle, or they have their noise-cancelling earbuds in place, blasting Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, a crash and serious injury could occur.


This morning I was on my daily commute to work and decided to take the scenic route, to lengthen the ride in order to get more exercise, and as I pedaled across the Taylor Dock, as is typical on this popular bike-pedestrian pathway, I came across a number of folks enjoying an early stroll.

As I approached the first cluster of folks, who were taking up the entire pathway, I said to them in Bicycle, “ring-ring. on the left!”

To my delight, as I passed by, the pedestrians spoke back to me in Bicycle, “Thanks for the ring-ring!”

Of course, as I approached the next gaggle of walkers, using my best Bicycle to communicate with them, the woman I came closest to as I passed seemed to go into a little panic, and she certainly didn’t speak any Bicycle back to me.

I’d love to see a Learn to Speak Bicycle public education campaign in Bellingham, because Bicycle is so easy to learn and it so mutually beneficial for cyclists and pedestrians.

Video Fridays: CR Avery

As I mentioned in one of my first posts here at Fish & Bicycles, I LOVE a night out with the guys at a pub.

If last night all I did was meet up with the boyz at The Copper Hog, where I enjoyed a couple of pints of the very tasty Terminal Gravity IPA from The Middle of Nowhere Enterprise, Oregon, it would have been a fantastic evening.

However, as we exited The Hog, my friend John asked for a ride home, and on the way down State Street he suggested we stop in at the Green Frog Acoustic Tavern.

What a treat that turned out to be. Performing last night was a guy from Vancouver named CR Avery, who struck me as a Hip-Hop Tom Waits.

The guy’s a one-man-band — in this clip combining spoken word, singing, beatbox, harmonica, and keytar — but he also played a couple of songs on banjo.

He’ll be back at the Green Frog on May 11th, so check him out if you can.

In the meantime…



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Bellingham and Me: Proudly Provincial

I like big cities, really, I do! Where I grew up, in Central New Jersey, I could drive 45 minutes to New York City, 60 minutes to Philadelphia, 3 hours to Washington, D.C., and 5 hours to Boston. One of the greatest things about living in Bellingham is that Seattle and Portland are only 90 minutes or 4.5 hours to the south respectively, and Vancouver is only 90 minutes north.

I love big cities…but I wouldn’t want to live in one.

For one thing, I’d miss items like this in the local paper:


Mallard Ice Cream to introduce new flavor at Sunday event
ISABELLE DILLS – THE BELLINGHAM HERALD

BELLINGHAM – An ice cream social to celebrate the naming of a new Mallard Ice Cream flavor will take place from 1 to 3 p.m. Sunday, April 11, at The Leopold Ballroom, 1224 Cornwall Ave.

The new name and flavor will be kept secret until its Sunday debut. All that has been revealed so far is that the ice cream will be in honor of Kulshan Community Land Trust, a nonprofit organization that provides affordable homeownership to people of modest means.

I love seeing people I know wherever I walk, I love that there’s usually only 1 to 2 degrees of separation here, I love that it takes me no more than 15 minutes to get from my house to the farthest parts of town that I regularly visit, and most trips are 5 to 10 minutes, I love locally-owned businesses, like Mallard Ice Cream, that become community institutions.

I know these these things aren’t really nonexistent in big cities, but I sure wouldn’t like Bellingham half as much as I do if they didn’t exist here.


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Luge madness

There were warning signs that were ignored. Several lugers had already wiped out and were either injured or badly shaken up.

The track was purposefully built to be the fastest ever in a grotesque pursuit of world records, records that have so little real value compared to the life of this young Georgian.

There is something not right about a human being moving 90mph on a tiny sled on ice wearing just a helmet.

And, shouldn’t we all be questioning a sport wherein the playing field is constantly being adapted to produce faster speeds? How do we now consider the times set by lugers just a few years ago, much less 10, 20, 30 years ago? At what point can we attribute the setting of a record to the actual luger him/herself? Luge takes incredible skill and athleticism, for sure, but gravity and the construction of the track are things the competitors have absolutely no control over.

This is a shameful waste of life.


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