Timbuk2 World Champion Messenger Bag

You are the champion. Of the world. On your bike.

This mess bag falls in the "if you have to ask" category. Either you know the five stripes on white and your heart races a bit when encountering it and a little voice in your head screams "Allez! Allez!" or the whole thing is lost on you.

Patagonia Lightweight Travel Tote

Spacey travel tote/backpack hybrid from Patagonia, ever on the bleeding edge of tech textiles. Ultramegalight. Glossy. Candy colors.

For farmer's market by bike or Koh Phi Phi by boat. Long weekend or Long Way Round.

Bologna Bologna / New Meats to Meet

Bologna from Bologna and brains from Bologna, deep tracks from November's Florentine feeding frenzy... In honor of the lovely meats we will meet in next week in Thailand. And fruits. And noodley things. And spicy things.

May Flowers / May Showers

Mother's Day in Discovery Park, Seattle

Neohippie Summer / Probably Should Shower More

After hearing a shriek of delight upon viewing friend Christine's gold Barney's Birkenstocks, and realizing it wasn't her shriek, it became time to end all denial: this summer is the summer of neohippie.

There are fringe-y linen scarves. There is a gold geod necklace (yes, as in a rock). There is a pet duck that doesn't know she's our pet. Herbs scent the air: home-grown edibles plus Fresh's Cannabis Rose perfume plus marijuana from neighbor's devotion to wake and bake waft through the house. We ride bikes for pleasure, work, errand and pastry. But we never wear Lycra. We sew things. Kombucha is drunk.

Neohippie is not hippie. There may be jeans but they are, well, fancier than your average jean. Feet are bare and sandy but pedicured. Tie die does happen on occasion, but so does poshy Prada. Music is folk-y indie. But one might call Thom Yorke's swells and swoons speaking to the human condition folk. They are, after all, of the folk. No one is shaving or showering much. Cooking greens are composted.

It's metro back-to-the-land. Cat Stevens on an iPod. Dr. Bronner's for the outdoor shower. Buying less but buying better and using it longer. Homemade pickles. Xeriscape with Synlawn. Unironic moccasins.

Of note, neohippie is not intentional nor was it acknowledged until it was upon us. Beset by Envirosax reusable grocery bags, Mrs. Meyers's geranium cleaning sundries, quilts made of old clothes and organic coffee, neohippie is undeniable rather than chosen. Neohippie does not preclude consumption of "Raw Bits" cereal, A Prairie Home Companion's Calvinist grist for those who specifically do not have a lifestyle. There is no manifesto, unless one counts chow intellectual Michael Pollan's "Eat food. Not so much. Mostly vegetables." And the chanting of this mantra can be ceased if one presented with a table of steamed crab and a pitcher of cocktails.

How big is this neohippie thing? Venice is inherently neohippie, yes. But not all of Venice is neohippie. Sometimes it's straight up hippie (next door neighbors). Sometimes it's straight-up hooligan Diseneyland or as much skid row as it is anything else. So let's not cast neohippie aspersions over the whole of the nabe. Or on others concerned with the planet's health, their health or the health of their bohemian righteousness. We're talking about one house, its friends and what it recycles, has and shares: hopefully more rather than less. Hopefully hopeful.

Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck... Raccoon!

Five delicate blue eggs. One sitting duck mama. A neighborhood full of raccoons and possums. This can only end in tears.

BlackBerry Bold / Little Black(berry) Book

For tactile-key lovers, an iPhone is no substitute... for razzle dazzle lovers, a Blackberry is no substitute. Though still not convinced we can all get along, will say the BlackBerry Bold is a decent Switzerland.

(Resisting temptation to use a "The Bold and the Beautiful" one liner... mostly from not being sold yet rather than from any fundamental objection to soap opera references, which are glorious.) (via Notcot)