The end.

If you went to the farmer's market on Sunday like I did, you may have seen me crying on the corner of 20th and Q Street, after discovering this:


I know--I should not have been using a cable lock. I should have had my U-lock. But I didn't think that someone would walk up in the 20 minutes that I went into the farmer's market (in plain view of my bike), and walk away with it. Amid the hussle and bussle of Dupont circle on a Sunday morning. F * C K.



I suppose this could be a motivating incident--something to get me more into the job search. Please, get me out of this godforsaken haven of crime and back to Chicago. Because I know that absolutely nothing will be done about this incident and that nothing will be done to prevent this from happening to someone else. That said, I am still going to write a letter to Fenty and to Jim Graham (of Ward 1), telling them how I feel about getting mugged by 5 teenage kids with a gun, having my bike stolen, arriving on the scene of a recent mugging in front of my house, having several friends mugged, 2 friends' cars stolen, having my favorite bar held up by 4 masked gunmen, and a restaurant around the corner robbed along with all the patrons.

What is wrong with the world today?

Let me know if you see a Jamis Coda Sport with this water bottle on it:


I looks like this but it also has fenders, a rack, toe clips, handlebar extensions, a little bike seat bag, and lights.