eleanor j jackson
  • 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.

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that softened feeling

  • March 11, 2011
  • by Eleanor Jackson
  • · Uncategorized

Not quite sure what it is that I am feeling, but it’s somewhere between good and bad, happy and sad, crazy and mad.

Here’s hoping I get to ride it out. Literally and figuratively. There will, however, be opportunities galore. Like I said, there’s a lot happening.

Tomorrow, I’m going to sparrow’s fart it and join other women on a leisurely 25km ride. On the Quest Community Newspapers Women’s Ride from Sandgate to Sandgate. I wish I knew where Sandgate was. I debated the 40km option, which is after all not that long a ride, but figured conservative is always a good place to start. And I still haven’t addressed the chain ring issue. It’s Queensland’s Bike Week (Where everyone can ride! Yeah! Got it! Excellent!). I tells ya what, I was not much of a joiner in Melbourne but here I am joining left right and centre.

I am officially a volunteer of the Bicycle Queensland people. Now that I powerwalk to work each day wearing mum lycra, I am really hoping to expand my options in terms of free event t-shirts.

Later in the week, I’ll be volunteering at the Scody Ride2WorkDay. There’s something foul about the CamelCaps-esque naming of this particular event, but I seem to have accidentally checked a button somewhere along the line and volunteered for it. So – see you at King George Square next Wednesday. For my early morning perky. I hope to hand you a morning muffin and snap your photo of you with your lid.

And then even later in the week I am watching a movie, and helping again as other people ride through a long tunnel which is apparently not very good value for money.  Again, I have questions on the idea of having a “Taste of the Tunnel” event which either sounds really unpalatable (like, what does bitumen actually taste like?) or really sleazy (like, dude, did you want a…).

Here is a picture of Natalie Portman riding a bike.

She is not wearing a helmet, but I don’t care because it is Natalie Portman and because of her I am totally having a baby out of wedlock.

This place filling is provided to you by the fact that I have not had my camera on me of late. Serious, I have gotten so lazy, it’s embarrament. Embarra – ment.

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