From a recent study abroad trip to Asia, I would like to give my take on their transportation and how it compares to our beloved city of Lansing. I focused most of my attention on bikability, walkability, public transportation, and a few other modes I didn’t expect to be options! We traveled to 3 countries, including Seoul (the capital of South Korea), Malaysia and Singapore.
25 million people live in the city and surrounding area, and 10 million within the city limits. This as you can imagine creates incredible challenges when it comes to pedestrian and bicycle accommodations. Combining all users of their roadway and creating ‘complete streets’ (a concept that is catching on in the States) is a work in progress.
A small fact which helps explain and inform their built environment would be the country’s geography. Not to bash the enormous beauty found in the country side, but it sucks for building houses or livability! The mountains are bedrock, and a plethora of tree covered rolling hills make it extremely difficult to build roads, deliver material and even farm. Any flat area of land in these mountains is covered with rice fields or growing vegetables/fruit. Hence the city of Seoul (the largest and possibly only flat area in all of Korea) is almost 2 times as dense as New York City.
As most of you dear readers probably know, a few of us bloggers at Lansing Collective absolutely love riding our bicycles and taking alternative means of transportation around the city. Those who don’t know this? Just take a look here, here, or here!
Anyways, I have been trying to get together with my wonderful friend Neal to take a bike ride through our eastside neighborhood when it hit me: why not get a group of Lansingites together and take a group ride! Thus, the idea was born and Neal and I decided to plan an Eastside Group Ride this weekend and tag it “bike for beer!”, since one of our favorite local cafes has received their long awaited liquor license and now serves beer! Continue reading
Let’s just start with the word vagina.
It sounds like an infection at best.
Maybe a medical instrument.
“hurry, nurse, bring me the vagina.”
-excerpt from “Introduction”, The Vagina Monologues
For those of you that know me in person (or IRL in internet speak!) you know how much Eve Ensler’s play The Vagina Monologues has impacted my life. I have been an outspoken advocate for the V-Day movement and this play since high school, even taking the plunge to become an actress in the MSU production for three years of my college career, then directing upon my return to Lansing in 2007. Continue reading
Protesting at the Capitol.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to bike down to the State Capitol and participate in a protest against House Bills 5711-5712-5713, known to most as the Super-Anti-Abortion legislation being catapaulted through state government at unusually rapid speed.
Now, while I recognize that not all of you will agree with my political point of view on this, I think that what is important is that we are all aware of legislation affecting our state and that we celebrate the fact that we live so close to where it all goes down- giving us the opportunity to make our voices heard when we feel necessary and take part in the democratic process! I mean, how wonderful is it that I am able to hop on my bicycle, pedal a mere 2 miles, and join my fellow women standing in opposition to harmful bills, and truely proclaim “this is what democracy looks like!” Continue reading
Venge of Lansing
Remember that time you were wakened from a deep slumber with a fear in your heart so deep you could swear you were about to meet your imminent doom? I know you do, because it’s happened to all of us. Is there someone watching me? Is someone out there? Am I being followed? You might be. But it might not be in the way we tend to think. As you see, or prepare to see The Avengers (you’re not fooling me, I you know you’re going to see it), turn your thoughts to those in the world that creep about… but in pursuit of good. People like Lansing’s own superhero: Venge. Continue reading