Listen, I understand it’s not comfortable to be confronted when you’ve done something wrong. That’s why I tried to be as polite and direct as possible when I knocked on your passenger window.
But “Well, I think you ought to move over,” is an incorrect response to what I said to you. Come to think of it, you were so fast to interrupt me that I didn’t get to finish my sentence, so I’ll repeat it here: I have the right to the whole lane and you need to give me three feet of clearance when you pass me on my bike. There is literally a three foot wide green stripe painted down the road for you, so that you know I have the right to the whole lane. There are signs down the length of the road that say “Bikers have use of the right lane.” You could not be more obviously wrong. I don’t need to move over — you need to give me more than a few inches of clearance when you pass me.
That’s one of the two things that I was trying to let you know when I knocked on your window: that you have the rules of the road wrong. The other thing I was trying to let you know, and should have said before you sped off on the green light, was that you could have really hurt me. You said, “You can’t keep up, lady.” And if you’d waited to give me a chance to reply, instead of driving off like a coward hiding behind her two tons of steel, I’d have told you this: You’re right. My bike can’t keep up with cars. But I was legally riding my vehicle down its designated thoroughfare. You don’t get to run me down just because you think your vehicle is more special than mine.
I might be a little angry. I might have been knocked off my bike by a guy who opened his cab door into the bike lane without checking behind him first a few months ago. But that’s why I follow the rules of the road when I’m on my bike. The most surefire way to both minimize the risk to myself and to make it absolutely clear that if I get hurt, it’s the motorist who’s in the wrong, is to follow the rules of the road. And I was polite when I checked you, even though I was surprised and mad. You came off like an ignorant, defensive asshole who feels justified taking risks that could injure other people. Hopefully that was just your embarrassment coming through in an ugly way and you’ll to be more mindful from this experience. If not, I think you ought to move over.
So it’s been a hectic couple of months, but I finally feel ready to come back to this Tumblr. I need to do some edits - this is quite definitely not a blog about my mural project any more. I also went back and re-read some of my old posts, which has been a nice reminder to me about how this year has gone. So here’s a recap:
I began my mural at the beginning of the year, with continued work on it and other art projects over time.
In August I got a job doing makeup and marketing for a movie production studio.
In September I moved to Oakland.
All in all, the music video has been the defining project of my year, because doing it inspired me to move to California and go pursue a career in something I actually want to be doing. I wound up having to paint over my murals when I left Chicago. I’ll have to retask the focus of this blog.
So now a piece of art that I had to teach myself to do from scratch was selected by my favorite musicians as a worthy successor to their work and featured at a world-renowned festival in Cannes, I’ve completely uprooted myself and followed my passion across the country, and I’ve landed a job in an artistic industry basically just by wanting it hard enough.
It’s been a good year.
Fiddling with photography.
I’m Not Through - The #ScotchTape&Spit Project — OK Go
This is the first 57 complete seconds of animation. I have found a gang of animators who are helping me out with the digital stuff, so they’re going to be putting other elements in for the story in post-production, but this is what I’ve churned out after hours of staring at grid paper and the GIMP layer toolbar.