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by jayryan_Archive
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there is a non-profit, vaguely anarchist bicycle reclamation co-op in evanston, run by volunteer folks in their 20's. they collect bikes, fix and rebuild them, and ship them to guatemala, etc... nice place, nice folks, you can picture them exactly. i was there finding a part for my bike, and met this woman, named marilyn or something.
a couple weeks later, i go into starbucks (which i regard as my one large name-brand corporate consumer weakness) and the woman behind the counter, i soon realize, is this marilyn, from the bike shop. she says, really loud and accusingly, "jay! you go to starbucks?!"
and i say, "you work at starbucks?"
not a very good story, but man, that place fell silent for about three seconds.
thurston moore is much taller than me.
"I'm not much for screechin' about elves"