Sunday, April 5, 2009

Bag Lady

A Brief History of the Messenger Bag

It All Started on a Telephone Pole
The bicycle messenger bag, as we know it today, has its roots in New York City in the 1950s. Legend has it that Globe Canvas, owned and operated by the late Frank Demartini, began manufacturing heavy-duty canvas shoulder bags for telephone linemen. These bags were designed for easy access to tools and supplies while the linemen  were suspended on telephone poles.

In the late 1970s, bicycle messengers in New York began using bags from Globe Canvas for their daily deliveries. In response to increasing motor vehicle congestion in rapidly growing cities, the bicycle messenger profession grew. The bicycle messenger community developed an identifiable subculture.

I found a website for messenger bags that will last longer than you will. The company is based out of San Francisco and has some really good looking bags.

I got the history from their site.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

You won't get me down.

I Won't Be Left Behind

I run my fastest, but still get beat. 
I land on my head when I should be on my feet. 
I try to move forward, but I am stuck in rewind.
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind.

The harder I am thrown, the higher I bounce.
I give it my all, and that's all that counts.
In first place, Myself, I seldom find.
So I push to the limit
I won't be left behind.

Some people tell me you can't.
Some say don't.
Some simply give up.
I reply, I won't.

The power is here, locked away in my mind.
My perseverance in my excellence,
I won't be left behind.

Make the best of each moment,
The future is soon the past.
The more I tell myself this,
The less I come in last.
Through out my competitions,
I've learned what winning is about.
A plain and clear lesson, 
Giving up is the easy way out.

So every night before I go to bed,
I hope in a small way I have shined.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day,
and I won't be left behind.

-Sara Natchman
(Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul)

A letter to the lady looking for a house-sitter, the managers of the restaurants I applied to, Student life, and everyone else interested:

You might think I don't have what it takes. You might think I'm not good enough, strong enough, qualified enough, or experienced. But listen here, I've struggled before and I count on struggling still. But I do not give up.

Hear that?!


Put me down, reject me, ignore me, disrespect me, doubt me, look down on me.

Don't let me play your reindeer games. 

It's your loss.

I know I've got something to offer. It's too bad you can't see that.

The more you put me down the harder I try. I will prove you wrong, just you wait and see.