Thursday, April 30

Rebuilding the Arizona food system

MasterPiece Church, Cheryl, and I are involved in redistributing the Borderlands Food Bank produce into our community. Wonderful 8 minute documentary.


Friday, April 10


When cutting through the jungle,
if you stop to swat every
annoying mosquito that 
buzzes your head, 
you'll soon be sucked dry.

Wednesday, March 25

Chuukese story

Apparently there is a Chuukese optometrist living in the Phoenix area. I'll have to keep my eyes open for her. Nathan Fitch does a good job of helping this woman tell her story.

I occasionally come across Chamorros (indigenous people of Guam) in Phoenix. And a few years ago I met several Chuukese here but none recently. I think they must be avoiding me. ;) The Chuukese are a diverse group of islanders from Chuuk, one of four states in the Federated States of Micronesia. Other than Guam, I've spent more time in Chuuk (Weno and Faichuuk) than any other Pacific Island region. Most of my Micronesian students at PIU have been Chuukese. Wonderful people!

Wednesday, March 18

The Garage Bike Shop

Root Beer, my cargo bike, needed a new chain and rear cassette so I brought him into the Garage Bike Shop yesterday afternoon. I picked him up this morning and now he is running as good as new -- and at such a low price that I tipped the owner/mechanic $10 because I felt that it was so unfair. I probably should have been even more generous. Next time.

I came across this shop a month ago when I was cutting through the small Yaqui Indian town of Guadalupe and decided to stop in. I really enjoyed the owner and the characters I met in there so I decided to read the online reviews. They were amazingly positive. As one customer puts it, refering to all the other Google reviews, "Trust me there is a reason this place is rated 5 stars."

Apparently the owner, Rene Pulido, has quite a reputation as a mechanic. He's both a straight shooter and a real people person -- very naturally sliding between Spanish and English -- depending on who walks through the door. (I suspect that most business in Guadalupe is still conducted in Spanish.) This is the most unpretentious bike shop you can imagine. It does remind me of a garage. Almost all the bikes for sale are used or consignment. And it's a bit of a hang-out for non-hipster and spandex-free cyclists.

Root Beer and I are now fans.