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         <title>Click in, click out. Click in, click out.</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Today I took Peter Ohlms' advice and took Parkway Drive through Fisher Park and it was a really pleasant ride. That's definitely how I'll be getting downtown from now on. Today I really experienced that part of bike travel that allows you to look around and see things you don't see from a car. For example, I've lived in Greensboro for two years now and today is the first time I noticed the old fire station building on Elm street. What a cool building. 

For variety's sake, I'll try a couple of other routes this week.I'm curious to see what Elm is like in the morning with less traffic. I used that route to get home on Monday at about 5:45 and I was really uncomfortable with the four lanes of traffic. One driver gave me a lot of space (and I thank you for it, silver Lexus SUV), and none slowed down enough for me to notice. 

But back to this morning. When everything is going great, you get an opportunity to get irritated by really minor things. Like the grease stain on my calf. Getting ready this morning, I noticed that I hadn't completely washed off the one from yesterday, then arriving at work today, I had a new black smear that covered the old one. 

Or how in my 15-minute ride I had to click in and out a bunch of times: at a stop sign at the end of my street, getting from the greenway onto the street, stop light, stop sign, stop light. Does anyone know if a different kind of pedal is more useful for stop-and-go cycling? I own flat pedals I could change out, but I don't want to. A possible solution could be to get better at standing with one leg clicked in and one out. I have had some really embarrassing falls like that. 

Today there is a women's only cycling clinic at Cycles de Oro from 7 to 9.
The store's web page: <a href="http://www.cyclesdeoro.com/">http://www.cyclesdeoro.com/</a>

Here's the whole events <a href="http://www.pedpower.org/BiketoWork.htm">calendar.</a> I'll feel a little silly on Friday at the end of my super short ride, eating the snacks the city is providing for cyclists who are coming from far away and may actually need refueling, but I'll do it anyway. ]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 10:46:09 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Bike to work Week</title>
         <description><![CDATA[If you encountered as many cyclists as I did on your way in to work today, you might have no idea that today is the first day of Bike to Work Week.

But maybe I just missed the crowd as I got ready. I made it to work about an hour later than usual today and I attribute all of my tardiness to collecting cycling paraphernalia from its various hiding places around my apartment. I live about a mile and a half from work, so the actual ride only took me 15 minutes, hardly more than my 5-minute drive. 

This week, I’m going to try to ride my bike to work and for as much of my job as I can manage – I’m the daytime public safety reporter, so if there is a murder in High Point, it’s not really going to be practical for me to take 90 minutes to get there by bike. I’ll drive a company car if something like that happens. Today I have a few things to get done downtown, so I’m looking forward to riding around getting to those. I would normally walk, but since I have my bike, I’ll ride it.  

Here are a few observations from this morning:
  - The hill heading south away from Wendover on N. Eugene Street is bigger than it looks from a car. I got down into my biggest ring climbing it.
  - That same stretch is the most residential and tony part of my route, so I was surprised the drivers weren’t more courteous. I encountered a total of four cars, two going my direction and two coming toward me. The strange thing was that the cars going my direction both passed me at exactly the same time we encountered the opposing cars, so 100% of the times I was passed on this narrow street, we were lined up three across. The timing just seemed strange to me on such a low-traffic street.    

While complaining about drivers, I should include some disclosure. In 2004, I broke my nose and had a shoulder separation after getting hit by a car while riding my bike. The driver was a super nice guy who felt awful about not seeing me, but he didn’t see me and I had to spend my Friday night having my face sewn back together, so I’m a little extra timid about riding around cars. Also, 99 percent of the time, I am a driver.

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         <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 11:45:28 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Cultural medley</title>
         <description>My mother was in town until yesterday evening, and in the week she was here, we did more fun things in Greensboro than in all the years I&apos;ve lived here, practically. To wit: Last Thursday we saw &quot;Rent&quot; at the coliseum. Sunday afternoon we attended Nikki Giovanni&apos;s free poetry reading at the Carolina Theatre, and a few hours later we saw Polecat Creek&apos;s free concert at Center City Park. So next time you&apos;re sitting around bored, thinking there&apos;s nothing to do, or that you can&apos;t afford to do it, pick up Go Triad or go online and find something: There are lots of fun, free events all the time, but especially with the bicentennial happening. I tend to be a homebody, but I can honestly say I am so glad we went to everything we did. We were exhausted, but better off for it! </description>
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                  <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category">Holly Lux-Sullivan</category>
        
        
         <pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 23:45:25 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Me of little faith</title>
         <description>My 7-year-old son&apos;s school, Morehead Elementary, held a book fair this week. As part of the fair, they filled a jar with jelly beans and asked the kids to guess how many beans the jar contained. Riley guessed 500, a figure I knew was absurdly high and told him as much.

&quot;Are you sure you want to stick with that guess?&quot; I said, hoping he&apos;d succumb to the power of my paternal persuasion.

&quot;Yup, 500,&quot; he said without any hesitation.

As much as it bothered me to submit such a ridiculous guess, I didn&apos;t intervene. Besides, I thought, a great teaching moment was at hand. When my son sees I was right, I figured, he&apos;ll learn to trust me more. He&apos;ll come away from this contest knowing he can always turn to me in times of need, secure in the knowledge that the advice I dispense will be both wise and reasoned.

This just in: 506 jelly beans.

To the victor goes the spoils. In this case, Riley won a new book and something even more precious: A chance to hold his victory over the old man&apos;s head until he turns, oh, say 18.

Even now, three days, later, I am still hearing about it. Good for him.

And I learned something, too: Have a little faith. </description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 15:51:01 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Head clearing sneezes</title>
         <description><![CDATA[So now I know why my sinuses have been under <a href="http://www.news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080424/NRSTAFF/185123220">attack</a>.

Ever since I can remember, allergies have been a runny, sneezy, stopped up, nose-itchingly part of my life. I started on Seldane, which Dennis Miller once called "the antihistamine of the stars." (Can you name that movie, folks?) Then it was Claritin, which cleared the airways but gave me headaches. Then Zyrtec did the job.

And I get spring fever. I love being outside in shorts and flip-flops. My pots are planted with basil sprouts. I'm going to see the Grasshoppers this weekend.

What stinks about this time of year, with all of its blooms, buds and baseball, is how much I dislike taking medications. It's not a guy thing, it's a I-don't-want-to-take-lab-manufactured-drugs thing.

But this year I buckled again and bought some allergy medicine. When your eyes look like roadmaps first thing in the morning (without any fun from the night before) and your nose is swollen shut, it's time to break down. Once I heard that if you regularly eat local honey, it will reduce your allergies.

Whatever. I'll just suffer with the rest of those with exploding noses. Got a tissue?]]></description>
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                  <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category">Gerald Witt</category>
        
        
         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 14:10:01 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Not my style</title>
         <description><![CDATA["Check this out," my husband said, laughing. And there they were. In an ad. They were labeled "patio dresses." But they were, in fact, the same shapeless, knee-length house dresses that my mother-in-law used to wear. A little like a house coat, except that you pull them over instead of buttoning them up.

My mother-in-law accessorized with her Girl Scout shoes -- brown, lace-up, low heels -- and as often as not with an apron tied around her waist. Rushing from oven to stove and back again. Grandchild balanced on one hip. The look suited her. 

So there's that ad, and it hit me like a well-aimed brick that it's targeting <strong>my</strong> generation. All the boomers growing old in America. It's only natural that we women would want to put aside our T-shirts and jeans and go straight to house dresses.  

Speaking only for myself: Hell, no. I won't go. 

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         <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 14:54:52 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Makeover or cover-up?</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<a href="http://blog.news-record.com/staff/triaddiary/grasshopperscollage%20copy.jpg"><img alt="grasshopperscollage%20copy.jpg" src="http://blog.news-record.com/staff/triaddiary/grasshopperscollage%20copy-thumb.jpg" width="324" height="169" /></a>

Ever seen that reality show, "Extreme Makeover?"

It seems Guilford, the uniform-wearing insect (center) who serves as the mascot of the Greensboro Grasshoppers, could've been a guest on the show over the off season. He unveiled his "fresh" new look (right) Monday at NewBridge Bank Park in the Hoppers' home opener.

The question around the water cooler the next day: "Did you SEE the new Grasshopper?"

The answers: "Ughhh, yeah." "I like the old one better." "It doesn't even LOOK like a Grasshopper." "Why'd they change it?"
 
The question I wanted to know: What happened to GiGi (left), presumably Guilford's main squeeze for several years running, and Timmy (too shy for pictures), who seemed a little slow but was OK with being the third wheel? 

The official word from the <a href="http://www.gsohoppers.com/press/news/articles/040708%20Guilford.asp">Grasshoppers </a>is this: <blockquote>"The 2008 season will see Guilford take the lone reigns [SIC] over mascot duties at the ballpark with GiGi and Timmy finding alternate employment. Gigi, who unfortunately is allergic to dogs, moved to Grasshoppers Island in Australia and became a local tour guide. Timmy decided to stay local and will be working with students around the Triad as a staff member of the Bryan Family YMCA. Timmy will work with a variety of activities for the YMCA and will still be active throughout the Greensboro area."</blockquote>

Now, I don't like to gossip or start any rumors, but this story bugs me. (Yes, pun intended.)

See, I've been to Australia, and there's no Grasshoppers Island. I think it's a cover-up. 

I think Guilford was gone for his fancy makeover too long. GiGi got tired of waiting on her beau, and Timmy started looking pretty good. (Frankly, he's a hunk compared to the new Guilford.)

And, of course, Guilford's the star, so he got them both axed. 

Now, I can't prove it. But if you see any turtles with fuzzy red hair or any larvae with goofy grins around town, you'll know I'm right. 

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                  <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category">Jennifer Burton</category>
        
        
         <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 00:11:41 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>On buying the basics</title>
         <description>Conversation between two middle-aged women. Overheard in Harris Teeter during the first day of the triple coupon sale. The topic: The economy.

Woman 1, flipping through an envelope of coupons: &quot;I come in here to get $30 worth of groceries and leave out here with over $100.&quot;
Woman 2: &quot;I know. A friend said she came in and only got $25 worth of things. I said, &apos;What did you buy? Toilet paper and bread?&apos;&quot;

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                  <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category">Lanita Withers</category>
        
        
         <pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:07:08 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[After walking my dog at the park earlier this week, I was somewhat dumbfounded that on my 10-mile drive home, we passed at least five Hummers. It's not like I've never seen any around town, but five within just a few minutes? Are there really this many most monster SUVs on the road in Greensboro? Was everyone out that day because the weather was nice? Whatever the reason, I just <em>kept </em>seeing them. 

I have to admit that I don't understand the appeal of driving the same vehicle -- albeit a shiny black one with leather seats and a 30 CD changer -- that the military uses to cross rivers and carry troops through battle zones. 

Maybe it's fun to ride up that high? Maybe you feel safer? Could it just be the cool factor of owning something called a Hummer instead of a Camry or a Neon. 

Whatever made y'all buy one, I have to imagine that, these days, that cool factor fades a little bit every time you fill up the tank. ]]></description>
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                  <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category">Jennifer Burton</category>
        
        
         <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 22:56:36 -0500</pubDate>
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At the Brassfield Cinema on Saturday, I tried to order a small popcorn with no butter for my daugthers to share. The clerk came back with a bag of popcorn that clearly said &quot;medium&quot; on the side. When I pointed out that I had ordered a small, she explained that the medium is now the small. 

When I said I didn&apos;t want that much popcorn, she was mystfied, but finally suggested that I order the &quot;junior&quot; size, which is the new small. She threw away the first order, filled up the &quot;junior&quot; container and then squirted butter all over it. I reminded her I didn&apos;t want butter, so she threw it out and started all over again. 

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                  <category domain="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category">Ann Morris</category>
        
        
         <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 11:43:08 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>T-bone sandwich? No thanks</title>
         <description>I was driving on W. Smith Street in downtown Greensboro this morning when I noticed this car to the left approaching the intersection with no signs of stopping. 

The problem was I had the green light. I couldn&apos;t stop in time to let it go by, so I hit the gas, wishing I had something with a little more oomph under the hood than an econobox 4-cylinder.

I dodged a bullet. A co-worker last year was not so lucky. Just a few blocks away from my near-miss, Mike got T-boned at Church and Friendly by a driver who ran a red light. 

Here&apos;s hoping my luck won&apos;t run out, but I&apos;m not counting on it. </description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 07:41:34 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description>The limo came to a stop at Green Valley Grill in Saturday&apos;s rain and out stepped a beautiful woman. She was maybe 30 and dressed to kill: Black-sequined dress and shoes to match.

You could tell she had put a lot of time and effort into the evening that awaited. If only she had put as much thought in bringing an umbrella. The plastic CVS bag over her head didn&apos;t exactly pull everything together. </description>
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         <pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 23:25:09 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>A very brief history of Greensboro</title>
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Greensboro is celebrating its 200th birthday this year. We want you to help celebrate by writing the city's history in just six words. 

The idea comes from Smith Magazine's new book, "<a href="http://www.smithmag.net/sixwords/">Not Quite What I Was Planning</a>." The paperback is a collection of six-word autobiographies from both famous and obscure writers. I love the cleverness of the concept.

The idea, according to the book's editors, is that everyone has a story. We think that everyone has a story about Greensboro — and that you can tell it in six words

Here are a few that I've come up with:

* Lots of trains pass through here.

* Four college freshman couldn't eat lunch. 

* Jefferson Davis stopped, but kept going. (I was thinking of Don Patterson's <a href="http://www.news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080203/NRSTAFF/335828357/-1/GSOCOM0200&template=bicentennialart">recent story about Greensboro during the civil war</a>.)

* George Washington might have slept here. (I was thinking about <a href="http://www.news-record.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080217/NRSTAFF/47070573">yet another Don Patterson piece</a>.)

* Roll out brown cans <em>next</em> week. 

Those are all top-of-the-head tries. I know you can do better, so do better in the comments.
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         <pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 12:01:00 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description>The dude wearing the Maryland hat was walking out of the Greensboro Coliseum on Friday  when an elderly couple wearing matching Duke sweatshirts passed him heading in.

&quot;Better get in there,&quot; the Terp fan said. &quot;Duke&apos;s already down 12.&quot;

The couple looked at each other horrified and hurried their pace.

The Terp fan looked at me and my kids and smiled. It was only 8:15. Duke&apos;s game with Florida State wouldn&apos;t start for another 15 minutes.

&quot;I love messing with a Duke fan&apos;s head,&quot; he said.</description>
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         <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 21:43:27 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA["Has March has come in like a lion or a lamb?"
This query has brought me lots of consternation over the past few days. I am not sure why. I think I am ready for Spring, is all. I think I have seen enough snow and ice for one season. Or three.

I have been checking weather reports, peeling back the living room curtain to look outside and tapping on the barometer/thermometer combo suctioned to the window. Today I got the bright idea to go outside and enjoy the abundant sunshine advertised on the weather page. 

Spring and its little lambs must be here because I found these crocuses in my front yard. Oh what wonders one can find right outside the front door when you actually open it!




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