Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
a climate for change…
One fine Saturday, not so very long ago, a good couple hundred happy pushies got themselves a bit of traffic messy in order to gather together and form a human 350 to call on the Australian Government and politicians from other nation states for substantial CO2 emission reduction targets. Some of ’em were quite cute too. I pop these folks in my ethical spunks folder. Enjoy.
So what have we got here?
- Under that fine four leaf clover, is a little detail at the back that says, “I love my brain”. And your brain loves you too, man…
- A mini-seventies spectacular. This lady, and I hope she doesn’t mind me saying it, was relatively petite. Like, super short. Like I’m pretty short and even I felt a teeny bit tall next to her. But instead of being all cringey, short-arse about it, she just nabs herself this lovely little step through, teams it with a classic white lid, and proceeds to look like she could have burst from a seventies Big M commercial. Stylish.
- A sleek saddle club experience. Right now, despite my keen awareness that there is no breathability in helmets like this, I just really love the smoothness, the non-branded simplicity and somehow equestrian elegance of helmets like this. And her little yellow bike brooch.
- Powerful matching. That little bike on her jean shorts is hand-embroidered. That’s how far people are willing to go for a sustainable environment.
- Some sunshine smiling. God damn the ride was slow, but you could always meet a few nice people on your way.
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