Saturday, June 21, 2008


Shortly after the deluge began I registered the barely aubible, but growing louder, strains of... Daft Punk?

... work it... maKE IT... DO IT... MAKES US...

As I made my way to the patio, there was no mistaking it.


I watched Critical Mass slowly crawl up the boulevard. The Daft Punk grew inaudible as it rounded the corner, but was followed by guys on a bike-towed rig playing amplified ukuleles; people sporting soaked costumes: super heroes on tall bikes, Santa flying an American flag and the odd parent towing a toddler trailer. Cars honked their support and all were cheered on by a man holding a little kid in the rain. What a sweet sight.

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