...silly asians

I often get quite aggravated by two glaring injustices in this world. First, the seeming unavailability of those little coctail sausages in Brooklyn, and my new phone's complete lack of cooperation when I'm wearing gloves which, in the winter months, is all the time. Especially when I'm on my bike, having to stop and remove two gloves before answering is really annoying. On the upside, I now know how my ringtone song ends...

I've heard putting a piece of aluminum foil on your fingertip inside the glove helps. Turns out it doesn't work very well at all, and it only serves to make your fingertip really chilly. Short of taking the scissors to a pair of knit gloves, I was out of ideas today when I came across this shockingly relevant item:

from probablybadnews.com

I'm wholly in favor of this idea. I think sausages could be made in a not-intended-as-food-but-only-as-touch-screen-on-cold-weather-days-stylus-sausageway. Perhaps we'll see a general rise in surrogate/disposable digits. Inevitably, Americans and Japanese will demand them to be available in cute, portable sizes ala Muji. Then perhaps I'll finally be able to buy 'lil Smokies in New York...

...oh man I love 'lil Smokies...

Two birds with one stone, now if only we could do something about those jackasses who lean on the pole in the subway when hand-hold real estate is already scarce... bastards...

...Fixed Gear Free-Stalin (like it's 1896) on Bedford Ave!

 

Image swiped from Gothamist

Take that Hasids! An even more antiquated and repressive society than yours and (gasp!) they're on bicycles! I wonder if they oraganized any tweed rides back in those days, or if they had to revert to knickerbocker-themed rides instead since everyone was in ridiculous wool pantaloons to begin with...

...wish it wasn't rainin'

 

image scooped from pedalfar

...but it is... while I prefer to be riding, sometimes I dig being all cozy inside with hot coffee, chilled out tunes and something to keep busy with. The rain just stokes the productivity.