Dylan's couch and warm greetings

It sure has been a while. Now that the beard is back for winter I figured it was time to say hi again. I hope the summer and fall have been spectacular for you. I ended up selling the car and have been enjoying commuting by bike. The harvest is also basically in from our garden, and of course there were endless projects. Above is a couch I acquired from a neighbor that used to belong to Bob Dylan's brother, which had been passed down from his parents when he went to college. Bobby used to sleep on it when visiting. The Cash book is there because the two go together like peas and carrots. Cheers!

Following Through

So last night I put my car up for sale. Biking up the big hill to work has been a success thus far, although for two days while sick last week I ended up driving. It certainly won't be convenient just having the family van, which I'll need to leave for the use of my wife and kids generally. On balance, however, I think it'll be much less stressful than worrying about and maintaining 2 vehicles. As a Christian concerned to be a good steward of creation it feels good to put my money where my mouth is (and indeed also in my pocket in this case). Our culture has placed too much of a premium on convenience to the detriment of a myriad of other things, such as community, creativity, the needs of others, stewardship of creation to name only a few.

I have 2 ear infections now (good thing I don't have three, although the stares would probably be more painful than the symptoms!), and the elevation gain could wreak a little havoc during tomorrow's commute. I'd much rather have the economic activity come from within the home and get rid of my daily ride to Corporate America all together. I'm working on it, but for now this is one of the sanest parts of my day.

recent column on going Car-lite

Ok, so as a general rule I've refrained from posting my monthly columns for the newspaper because they're too bloomin' long for the sort of attention span fostered by this medium. However, I have for the most part been enjoying biking to work immensely, and want to share.

This column tends to reflect my latest obsessions and passions on a monthly basis. Currently I’m consumed by living a lifestyle not so dependent on the automobile, and by my fruit and vegetable juicing addiction. Since perhaps you aren’t as jazzed about juicing beets and carrots as I am, we’ll choose the topic we can all relate to and carries the most baggage.
It all started when I checked out How to Live Well Without Owning a Car, by Chris Balish, from the local library. (It will have been returned by the time you read this so reserve it online now!)
My drive to reduce my dependence on cars is fueled by necessity. My single income cannot support my family’s two-vehicle habit anymore. Going car-free would be ideal, but with small children it wouldn’t be wise here.
The average American spends 20% of their income on cars. If for example you spend $550 a month for payments, insurance, gas, maintenance, taxes, parking, etc, consider that this same amount invested monthly over 10 years at an 8% interest rate would yield $100,620. This is certainly more than enough to pay for bus fare and the occasional rental car while having plenty left over for a cup of coffee and lets see uh… how about a house, a college education for your kids, the opportunity to be your own boss, or perhaps the option of being a more generous giver?
Today I visited some local bike shops with very helpful staff, and I will soon be outfitted with a sweet ride. H.G. Wells said, “Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the human race.” My problem of working in a sedentary job and not getting enough exercise will soon be alleviated. The only, yet huge, problem is this steep hill jutting out of Lake Superior that I’ll have to scale with nothing but pedal power. Rat scallions!
This will be the most difficult obstacle to overcome if I want to be a successful bicycling commuter. Perseverance should whip me into shape though, and if not Duluth’s buses recently had the bike racks installed for this. I also work with something like 800 people. Surely I could be creative enough to find a ride on days when Nor’easters strike. (For some reason the massive parking lot is absolutely packed, and almost nobody car pools.)
Recently though, I spoke with Louise at my place of employment. She is 59 years old and usually bikes 22 miles one way to reach our little patch of Corporate America. When asked why she does this, she doesn’t hesitate a moment in saying, “I’ve got a lead foot, and it keeps me from getting a ticket.” Well, shucks, if Louise can do it so can I!
Another obstacle is time. It does take longer to bike, walk, take the bus, or even carpool, but this doesn’t take into account the big picture.
I was surprised to learn that the typical American male devotes 1600 hours a year for the “freedom” of owning a car. This includes hours of work to pay for it, time spent idling in traffic, parking it, maintaining it, shoveling it out after a snowstorm, scraping the windows, letting it warm up, etc. 1600 hours of toil are logged for an average of 7500 miles a year, which is less than 5 miles per hour. This places it ahead of a brisk walking pace, but not by much.
Did you know the typical American walks just 300 yards a day? I bet walruses lunge along further than that on a daily basis. I wonder if this has something to do with all the health problems that run rampant in our society. Perhaps one could also save the cost of a gym membership, which they probably don’t use nearly enough anyway, and spend a little more quality time on the bike commuting to work. For me it will take 30 minutes by bike instead of 15 by car.
Beyond the financial and health aspects of this decision, I truly believe one’s quality of life could really benefit without the added stress of caring for a car. You also will have the opportunity to be more engaged with the rest of the community whether you choose to walk, bike, take the bus, or enjoy the company of co-workers in a carpool. The environmental benefits of making this kind of decision are enormous, and if one is creative there is still ample opportunity to journey away from the city into the wilderness.
For me, though, I am finally realizing with great relief that I do not need to meet the expense of two vehicles. Surely my family can find a way to exist in this world with only our minivan. It is astounding that I could write this with a straight face as if this will actually be a sacrifice when so many people in the world get by on far less. Have a joyful Easter. This is a time for contemplating true sacrifice.

Signs of Spring and a pile of rocks

Here are the contents of this spring's harvest. Pretty piddly for the amount of time I devoted to it, but it kept me warm and I'm pleased to report that I don't have much of a farmer tan on my mug.

All that straw on the compost pile below is a sure sign that the first crocuses are up, and I'm pleased to report that I started biking to work on Friday. It went well even though I was a few minutes late. The hill I have to bike up is insane, and about 10 seconds after I turned left to scale the monster, Lance Armstrong just breezed by my on a fancy bike with all the fancy duds on and everything. His jacket was yellow, and he even said, "Be strong." Nice guy, but I couldn't help but laugh. Those saddle bags on the back of my bike were loaded up and it was amazing how much they slowed me down. He was riding a porsche and it was like I had a beat up old station wagon. But notice that I have fenders!

The snowmelt also revealed one of my three major piles of rocks. This particular batch is from the original cobblestone streets in downtown Minneapolis and were originally laid about a century and a half ago. The city ripped these up about 50 years ago and my wife's grandpa brought them home, later moved them to their next home across town, and after a couple decades of patiently waiting for their next use were passed down to my in-laws. Now after a couple more decades of being piled up in the woods, my Father-in-law is hauling them up here for us. We're hoping to put them into some good use this summer, but jeepers, if we ever move from here I'll probably want to take them with since they've been passed through the family for so long just waiting to be fully appreciated.

lots of juice and snow

A fair amount has gone on since my last post. Basically I've just been obsessed about juicing and biking to work. Yeah I know I'm pathetic. My son wears a bucket to hide his shame at the bottom of all this.

I got a brand new Jack Lalanne juicer as a special gift, and it's awesome! Below you can see the beet juice in confluence with carrots, cucumber, kale, celery, and apple. Tons of fun!

16 inches of snow fell as a bit of an April surprise after I pulled out the kids' slide, grill, bike, etc. Tomorrow we could get another pretty good pile too. Rat scallions!

Got my new bicycle for commuting to work today. I'll keep you posted. Yes I mean you. You're probably the only one reading this silly thing. Have a good one though!

Let There Be Dirt!

The glacier is receding, and in about 68 days our seeds will have a cozy home for setting down roots. In the background our compost pile is exposing more of its glories, such as about 150 banana peels tossed in there since freeze up and lots of other refuse just waiting to rot. Come and get it earthworms!!!!

Back to the weather, around here the big Lake has a big impact. Our home is close to the water and down here the high today was 37 degrees, but just a couple miles over the hill it was in the mid '50s. Craziness! Yeah, spring can be brutal, but come summer we can have days 20-30 degrees cooler at a nice 65-70 while everyone else melts.

Winter and Spring Tug-of-War

The last few days have been rather warm. Yesterday it made the low 40's, and the bright sun made it feel even warmer. Therefore, I figured it was time to encourage warm spring thoughts even more. This is my family's first clothesline of our very own. We have been debating where to put it for a couple years now and I finally just walked out there and strung it up, and boy does it feel good. There's something cathartic (not to be confused with catheter - which also brings relief) about taking it slow while hanging your clothes out in the fresh air.

It was 27 degrees when I hung my winter woolies up to dry, and I hope to make this an annual event on the eve of spring. It got up beyond freezing today, but the sun wasn't out quite long enough. A rescue was in order later on as the snow came blowing in for a visit. Anyhow, scroll down to my posting from two weeks ago to see how far we've advanced toward spring. Before you do that though, if you look close you can see my compost pile all tucked in. I can't wait to uncover it for another year in the gardens!

I actually set my favorite woolies out to dry before going to church this morning. This really isn't work for me, and I got so much joy from it. I did feel a bit guilty though sitting in the worship service reflecting on the fact that my new clothesline was seemingly bringing me more joy than worshipping the Lord of the universe. It was a good lesson that simplicity for simplicity's sake is ultimately not fulfilling. We need to simplify in order to quiet our minds, ready our hearts for more peace, and use our hands to labor for things of eternal significance.

Are there any other clothesline afficionados out there? I'd love to hear from you, because as you know we're kind of a rare breed.