Ambiguity Festival

I was asked a good ques­tion yes­ter­day. How well do you deal with am­bi­gu­i­ty? Which prob­a­bly on­ly seems like an am­bigu­ous ques­tion to some­one like me. It is clever in its self-ref­er­ence. I think I an­swered well enough, and even more­so if the ques­tion­er re­al­ized that I ap­plied my way of deal­ing with am­bi­gu­i­ty in for­mu­lat­ing the an­swer.

I ran in to Jeff Schuler while he was car­ry­ing his blown-tire bike down Abbey from the RTA sta­tion and of­fered to give him a ride to his apart­ment. He ac­cept­ed and as we fin­ished load­ing his bike in­to my back seat a cop pulled up and start­ed has­sling us for “block­ing a lane of traf­fic” which he him­self was do­ing. We were on W. 20th, which isn’t ex­act­ly the busiest street in Cleveland and he told us we should have turned on to Abbey, which is about 400% busier, and park there. I said “I’m just help­ing my friend load his bust­ed bike in­to the car.” and “We’re leav­ing now.” so he just looked at me sourly and drove off. I want­ed to tell him to go ar­rest the crack deal­er by Lincoln Park in­stead of has­sling a guy in cuff links and a beat­er car help­ing out a friend, but that wouldn’t have been very con­struc­tive.

Yesterday was bee-like in busi­ness; I need­ed a beer. Since the weblog­ger meet­up was at the Town Fryer I de­cid­ed to head on down there for some fried cat­fish and de­li­cious green beans and fried ore­os. I con­vinced Jeff to come with me and he fixed his bike in an in­stant and I bust­ed out the Mongoose and we head­ed on down. I got home around 9:30 and was com­plete­ly spent.

One thought on “Ambiguity Festival

  1. You must’ve got­ten there af­ter I had to take off. I had too much to do last night, sad­ly, to stick around for too long at the meet­up.

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