As a new dad, our author is reading lots of baby and toddler books, over and over again. But few promote an urbanist lifestyle that doesn’t rely on large motor vehicles.
I wrote once before about Peter Gorman’s work, Barely Maps, which was inspired by a cross-country circumnavigating bike ride. I finally got a copy of the book and enjoyed it. Here’s his minimalist map of Minneapolis/Saint Paul, about which Gorman writes: “If you zoom in a few miles south of the headwaters of the Mississippi, […]
A St. Paul resident and mother couldn’t stand the sight of cars — and UPS trucks and school buses — breaking the speed limit on a residential street. So she did something about it.
I was doomscrolling Twitter the other day, saw this Tweet from a friend, and laughed a bit too loudly: It reminded me that my favorite thing about my visit to Tokyo last year was the least expected: it’s an eerily quiet city! Wherever I go, I try to put into practice one of my favorite […]
I wrote an article a few years ago for my blog that I rediscovered the other day. It turns out, nothing ever changes because I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the same asinine dynamics of driving in America. For example, “fake engine noise,” which was kind of new five or six years ago, is […]
It’s been way too long since we had a streets.mn picnic! You’re invited to Minnehaha Park (Wabun Picnic Area E, under the big oaks) on Saturday 9/11 for a picnic. Come to discuss the matters of the day: the election, public space, COVID, climate change, the end of parking minimums, new housing and development around […]
It could have happened sooner, but the Ayd Mill Road bike lane and road diet was a start.
Well it’s been way way too long since we had a streets.mn Happy Hour hangout. Let’s get together at Venn Brewing, conveniently located at the junction of the Blue Line and the A Line, in the heart of the new-housing-rich 48th and Minnehaha area of Minneapolis. You throw a rock these days, you’ll hit a […]
Cities don’t have to be anonymous, hectic, lonely places.
Like most freeways, I long took the 4th Street viaducts for granted. They just loomed there at the edge of downtown taking up space, hoisted 30’ in the air like a helium whale. A grey meaningless concrete backdrop generating constant noise and microscopic particles of plastic, sulfur dioxide, nitrogen oxide, and other subtle poison. These […]