Dana Burland

Santa came early for customers of the Steelcase Store site, this year. This morning phase two of my website redesign project —a homepage redesign—went live. Observe the old homepage: ...and the new homepage: Via on-site surveys, I collected research that supported the need for two specific changes: improve navigation and establish a look and feel that matched our high-end products. I shared these concerns in depth, examples from other e-commerce sites and best practices across the web with our web development team. Together, this beauty was built. The new navigation is no longer a brick wall of indistinguishable product names (seriously, do you know what a ‘Bivi’ is?), but a starting point to explore. The longer, more scrollable, homepage means users get to see more of our products before making a click commitment to dive deeper. I think it’s much better—a few weeks of data will determine if users agree. Merry Christmas, online furniture shopping world!

All it did this weekend was snow. Friday night it snowed. Saturday it snowed. Today it snowed. So I lounged. I lounged hard. I lounged too hard, doing so much of nothing on Saturday that I couldn't stomach to do nothing any longer. So Sunday, I didn't lounge. We stayed in and watched five more inches accumulate on top of yesterday's fluff and I found a few projects to keep myself entertained. I made  challah bread . I baked chocolate matzo crunch bars for work. I knit  a few holiday gifts. I read half of my new book . I only left the house once (on an emergency arctic mission for more chocolate chips), but dang it—I could use another day off. Edit: Why is braiding challah so hard! Thankfully this blog post made it so much easier. From right, over two stands, under one, over two. Start again at the right, over two, under one, over two. Duh. :) 

Photos from my weekend of pierogie making and tree decorating .

If holiday glow were a renewable energy, our apartment would surely have fueld half of Grand Rapids this weekend. Friday night I got my host on and threw a ladies (belated) Hanukkah party. Among my favorite holiday memories are repeating the prayers after my dad and eating my grandma's extra crispy latkes. I love exposing Hanukkah newbies to my traditional warm fuzzy moments they're not use to—the latkes most definitely included. My sister and dad lighting the menorah in the pre-Dana days Saturday morning I met my cousins for a lesson in a homemade pierogie recipe passed down from the other side of my family. Why hand-filling and pinching pierogies is not an art form recognized by prestegious museaums is beyond me. It is with a lot of love, patience and a whole heck of a lot of flour that each pillowy potato pasta pouch comes together—and we made 200 of them. That night Ben and I watched the MSU football game and decorating our newly used Christmas tree. It looks funn...

This race marks the first time in a few weeks and the last time in a few months I have/will run. I’m taking the suggestion of my physical therapist and letting my Altras grow a nice layer of dust on ‘em. I’ve been missing my running routine but I’m also plié squat deep into a new workout routine that is harder than any running I’ve done in the last year and a half. Maybe this my-arms-are-so-sore-I-can’t-blow-dry-my-hair soreness is what makes me miss easy Sunday runs. I usually run the Turkey Trot 10K , but downgraded to the ‘Stuffing Strut’ 5K to be safe. By the time my race started, the streets of Detroit had a thin layer of snow, and in some areas ice, packed down by the 10K’ers. So, I raced slowly—partially to be kind to my aching hip, partially not to slip and damage any more parts of my body and partially because slow is my new fast. The initial goal was to run with my dad and cross the finish line under 30 together. I lost him early on and cruised on solo hoping to...

What else is worthy of celebrating beyond an anniversary ? A shiny, new work certification—that’s what. Ben officially passed his Six Sigma training and earned his green belt. HI-YA! There’s something about the term ‘green belt’ that makes me picture him improving manufacturing processes in a black suit with nunchucks. Maybe it's just me? I picked up a cake on my way home from work so we could celebrate his certification. Of course I forgot icing, so I had to improvise with uncooked noodles. Nothing adds pizazz to a beautiful cake like crunchy raw fettuccine. Go Ninja B!

What's better than getting together with friends and food, amiright? This weekend we met up with a few other couples for a local friendsgiving. I roasted a chicken —a super easy, crowd pleasing main dish—and ate a whole mishmash of grub from mac and cheese to Parmesan asparagus and fine, maybe one too many pizza crescent rolls. Dinner was great and so was our post-dinner, wine-fueled game of Guesstures. Heck, even girl talk while washing dishes was fun. I think that's a great start to this season of food and thankfulness.

For our anniversary this year, Ben asked for a refill of his favorite aftershave lotion—a $5 find at any major drug store. I tried to explain items that often make our weekly grocery list need not double as wishlist gift items, but that's truly the gift he wanted. This is example #349 of the happy comfort zone we've sunk into, where neither of us want much more than a warm bowl of pasta and the other person to share it with. (Sidenote: I'm talking about sharing the moment, not my serving of carbs, mind you.) So, we celebrated low key this year. We went to the Downtown Market on Saturday (shout out to the delish apple cider sorbet and cinnamon ice cream), ran a couple errands and had a nice dinner. Lovely. Easy. Despite the lack of frills, or really because of the lack of frills, this is an exciting anniversary. We both celebrated new jobs  this year and quietly witnessed a full 365 days pass on our happy apartment life together. Now, more than ever, is perfect t...

Redesigning a website is a special kind of fun for a web geek like myself. It's like being on a parade committee and organizing special top secret things. Special, stuff that no one understands until parade day when otherwise ordinary floats are suddenly shooting off fireworks. Leading a redesign has been even better. This time around I could say—hold the fireworks, let's make floats spew out chocolate . I think I missed my calling as a parade organizer. One of my responsibilities after joining the Steelcase Store team was to take over the redesign process. My role was project manager—conceptualizing through analytics, user survey and e-commerce best practice and managing our web development team toward a successful and timely launch. For reasons not worth getting into, this wasn't a full fledged redesign, but a face-lift. Today, part one (the nose job, if you will) of site changes went live. Old product page example vs. new product page The goals were simple ...

Remember my beautiful yellow leaved tree ? It's totally naked now. I've been wearing my winter jacket to work for two weeks now. I've also been climbing into bed before 8 pm and craving comfort foods so badly I've considered tossing a heaping bowl of pasta with melted Halloween candy just to save time and effort. In the honest and wise words of my papa, “it all goes to the same place”. True that. As strangely delicious as Reese's pasta sounds, it's wayyy too early to start indulging in filthy excuses for comfort food. That's why when I saw the recipe for lentil dal in the September issue of Cooking Light, I ripped it out and quickly got cooking. I knew the lentils would fill me up, and the Indian themed spices would pack good warming flavor. I've eaten an embarrassing amount of this in the last month—which, unfortunately is also true of my Halloween candy. Hey, at least one of those nutrition choices is a winter indulgence I'm ok with. L...

I’m tomatoed out, yo. Not just tomatoed out, but CSA ’ed out. I didn’t anticipate saying this at the start, but yay . I stand by the idea that CSAs are great, with a newly added caveat that they’re not for everyone. Here are lessons from my 22-week experience: Location, location, location To be fair, this headache was an unexpected and self imposed one. The weekly pick up spot that was once on my way home from work became a completely out of the way hour-long drive when I switched jobs. No amount of fresh kale is worth dealing with that (in the made-up-words of my grandpa) ruzabuza. Culinary over-excitement I was so thrilled to learn how to love eggplant, beets and muskmelon—except for the minor detail that I in fact did not love them. I did get good mileage out of some new-to-me produce like the Swiss chard, bok choy and Chinese cabbage. I also, terribly enough, watched a lot of produce go bad. I varied between lacking the courage to work with something new and lacking the mo...

You know that scene from “Ferris Bueller's Day Off” when Cam tries to run his dad's sports car in reserve to undo the mileage from his secret mid-day joy ride? That is exactly how I feel after a run. I'm as happy running as Matthew Broderick is singing “Danke Schoen” on a parade float, but afterward I feel all old and achy and yes, my hip still hurts and yes, I'm still a little pissy about it. I'm trying to be more diligent about my form, and cross training, and stretching, and yoga and also flossing my teeth if you must know; but I still haven't found the magic solution to totally undo the stress running puts on my body. These stretches give me the most relief where I need it (and all the sudden this blog post is sounding like a prescription drug commercial). Stringing the poses together like a yoga workout feels even better. If you feel 26 going on 72 after a run like me, give this series a whirl: Pyramid Reach : Stand with legs apart, feet pointed f...

  We had buddies from the other side of the state in town this weekend and just about fit every fall activity into their visit. Pumpkin carving—check, cider drinking—check, coziness—major check. Saturday afternoon we picked up a few pumpkins from a nearby orchard. Their 50% off sale was perfectly timed for us, especially for the men who decided $.20/pound pumpkins meant they must pick out 20 pounders. Oh menz. Back at the apartment I threw together perhaps the fastest spiked apple cider recipe ever and we got to carving. There’s something about glowing gourds and roasted pumpkin seeds that make me happy to carve pumpkins every year. Hot Spiked Apple Cider Ingredients 8 ½ cups apple cider 2 cups dark rum 1 apple, sliced 1 orange, sliced 2 cinnamon sticks Directions 1. Heat the cider, apple, orange and cinnamon in a large pot for 5-8 minutes. 2. Remove the pot from heat and stir in the rum.

There's a small, 3-4 week period each year when our deck explodes in yellow. Sunrises and sunsets turn everything to gold. I think I've taken more photos of  blue skies, yellow leaves and various degrees of sunlight in the last week than I ever have actually used our deck for longer than a 5 minute mini-photo shoot.

Pardon this bathroom selfie, but my scarf! I made it! It's my third attempt at knitting and first successful one, which is not too terrible especially considering I'm 0-23 in cooking wild rice. So many burnt pots. What's harder to see than my small top knot is that this is actually a cowl scarf. I took the beginners way out and knit one extra, extra long regular scarf and stitched the ends together. Also not shown is the discrepancy in width from one end to another, a rookie mistake. I'm thinkin' my next scarf will be a little more even around the ends.

Weekend lessons: the best kind of nostalgia is nostalgia paired with something new. Saturday night Ben and I took our couple friends to my alma mater for their homecoming football game. Oh the sweet memories of walking around campus making fun of alumni that come back to campus to relive their college days. I hardly felt like a circle peg forcing my way into a square shaped memory, though. The best parts of Saturday night were all the new—the new-to-campus grilled wrap place we ate at (which, coincidentally was a familiar staple to the MSU alums I was with), being in the company of new-since-college friends, and the decision to tip back a few pre-game beers instead of downing a 7/11 Slurpee poisoned with several glugs of Burnett's. Also, we sat through two hail storms during the first half of the game. That certainly was special and new. I was seeking more of the familiar when I made this baked apple cider doughnut hole recipe. It sounded like the cousin to the apple cid...

All the cool bloggers write reviews of great music and movies. To be honest, I've preferred knitting and reading over movies and TV shows lately. At the rate I'm going, you can expect a post on hard ginger candies and denture adhesive cream comin' up real soon. In the meantime, enjoy a few reviews of my recent favorite things. Prisioners Yes, my similarly aged female coworker and I opted for this movie because of Jake Gyllenhaal. And yes, despite spending half of the film covering our eyes, it was worth it. Prisoners is about the abduction of two little girls and a father and detective's path to find them. It was a good movie—lots of twists and turns and good character depth. It was also dark and at points incredibly awesome yet hard to watch acting. Do yourself a favor and catch the matinee, you'll want a few hours of sunlight when you're done. The Light Between Oceans I heard extreme love and extreme hate for this book before I read it. I get it, too, b...

No, not a physical, human trainer; a bike trainer. With this puppy placed right in front of the TV, I hardly have an excuse for missing New Girl episodes—unfortunately Ben can say the same thing about football games.

Note to self: ArtPrize done on a weekday is ultimately better than ArtPrize done on a weekend. We hosted family the past two weekends and experienced all of ArtPrize we could stomach. It's amazing how lame an actually awesome hand carved stone Indian warrior face looks next to a two story, school bus and a half long real fire breathing dragon. ArtPrize has a magical way of enlightening the public while simultaneously creating thousands of meh-I-could-probably-do-that art snobs. In all honesty, I think this year was the worst ArtPrize year to date. Nothing seemed that stunning or fantastic; only about three entries in the top 10 seemed like they fit there. Good thing the last weekend of AP coincided with Pulaski Days . Nothing is lost when pierogies are involved.

It was so cute watching all the moms snap photos of their babies petting baby goats…with me fighting for petting space right next to them. Cute animals love knows no age! The farmer/cashier man said people try to pass off bags of you-pick Honeycrisps as inferior cheaper apples. You know, as if the man who keeps up those apple trees wouldn't know the difference. Screw skydiving, picking raspberries is a real extreme sport. The bees, the prickly bushes, the potential to pop a sour one in your mouth when you expected a sweet one. Good thing I brought B. There are lots of good ways to spend $18, but none better than on a peck of Honeycrisps. My fruit basket has never been so full or so happy.

Today was all about two words: Cider. Mill. If you're not fortunate enough to live near one, or in an area where tree leaves currently look like a hot-dog condiment bar, I'll mail you a pocket of current West Michigan air so you can get on board. Better yet, make this rainbow quinoa for dinner—it's as colorfully festive as the big old trees in my neighborhood, and uber flavorful. The recipe was born out of my overflowing veggie drawer, annnd possibly a self-imposed quit-all-the-cookies project. I know you know what I mean. I didn't think this would be such a hit, but it was. B gobbled it up with a side of kale chips (mah man!), and I plopped mine on top of tortilla chips with a little melty cheese for a round of healthy lady nachos. If I can't have cookies, I can at least have nachos, no? I made a new big ol' batch of this for lunches and dinners this week. I imagine I'll mix it into a salad one day, pair it with grilled chicken the next and unap...

It was going to be cold, with a good (30% chance) of rain for our bike ride up north this year. It was cold with a 30% chance of rain for our bike ride up north last year . When will I put my feet up in cozy slippers and pass on a bike race in Northern Michigan in last September? Probably not any time soon. It was cold, and it did rain (just a little), for our 30-mile ride on Saturday. Northern Michigan was beautiful anyway. Stupid beautiful. Plus, per tradition, we ate at the best Thai restaurant I’ve ever been to. Cucumber sauce with spring rolls. So yum. This* is exactly why I moved back to this state. (*Thai food included) The bay along the bike path A rainy ride to the top of the ski mountain for a post-bike beer

I always keep my toes painted. Always, always. Toes and feet are such weird looking things, a little color makes all the difference. I stupidly took off my nail polish last weekend thinking I'd have time to reapply, but here we are 8ish days later and I still have naked toes. It's silly, I know, but it's a true testament to how pack-unpack-pack-again busy I've been.  It's been a good busy, a fun busy, but man alive am I ready to sit down with a bottle of nail polish and relax.

I got the chills long before I saw the memorial. Last Tuesday I took “the E train down to the World Trade Center” per my hotel concierge’s instruction. Gosh. There’s still a ‘World Trade Center’ subway stop? I hopped on the train and glanced up at a map of the route. I was staying uptown for a work conference and knew the financial district was due south, still I didn’t expect it—the World Trade Center stop is the last stop on the E train. Coming up from the subway everything sounds like New York, but hardly looks it. Buildings bolstered up at all angles around me, minus an eerie donut hole of steel. The new World Trade Center tall in the background Ground Zero in the foreground Right across from Ground Zero is a bronze plated monument on the side of a building. Two police officers stood at nearby street corners, joking with each other. “Hey, next truck that goes by, you have to dance like Jay-Z!” How can they be laughing? I take that back; I’m so thankful that they are. ...

Vacations are all the more fun when they involved good friends. We had a great time boating, boozin' and watching football with Andy, Ashley and Ashley's parents. The boating, I found, I like much better on a small and smooth bay; the boozin', better in the form of cheap wine in a travel coffee mug; and the football, more enjoyable with girl talk and pineapple quesadillas involved. The end of vacation, well, I haven't quite found a good way to cope with that yet. Back to the real world.

I do digital marketing for a global furniture company, and you? That’s my short, sweet, and sufficient professional intro when meeting new friends of friends like Ben and I did at trivia last week. Side trivia note, did you know a rhino’s horn is made of hair? Mother Nature, you crazy. Back to my intro—it serves its purpose to strangers, but is totally lacking when actually explaining  what I  do . There are lots of tasks associated with my job, but one of my favorite is working on search engine optimization . SEO is essentially the process of making your website display higher in online search results (Google, Bing, etc.)—in searches using related terms to your site, of course. Take the butter stick for example. No, not a butter stick, the Butter Stick . To gain attention, web traffic and potential customers, it would be ideal to target butter-interested folks. The SEO expert on the Butter Stick team would aim to have the B.S. website display near the top of an onlin...

It's been a long, long, long, long—wait, we're almost there—long time in the making; but the Downtown Market is finally open! I was just talking to a coworker about how awesome Philly's Reading Terminal Market is when I remembered Labor Day was opening day at my new local market. And what an opening it was. The cheese! The cupcakes! The local meat for sale! The handmade pasta! The greeeeeennnnhoussseeee! I hoped I wouldn't compare Reading Terminal Market with the Grand Rapids version. Philly is a different beast than Grand Rapids, and this is a new venture for my mid-sized town. I must say, there's no need for comparison. The Downtown Market is beauuuutiful, well set up and fantastically diverse. It was crowded today, the vendors spent Labor Day laboring hard, and it was great to see. I wouldn't mind if it stayed that busy all the time. It's safe to say I'm in love.

One of the perks to Grand Rapids living is da food. There are no shortages of delicious eats ‘round here. When I’m feeling good and brave enough—and when something is particularly drool-worthy—I’ll try to recreate it at home. I know I won’t ever replicate a meal perfectly, but I’ve gotten dangerously close a few times. So when Awesome Mitten , a state-wide blog dedicated to the awesomeness of Michigan, put out a call for freelancers, I raised my fork-holdin’ hand. So far, I’ve written two fake-out recipes , which are essentially the DIY versions of my favorite Grand Rapids meals. I started with some softballs (I’m lookin’ at you, bacon blue cheese stuffed burger), but I’m looking forward to the challenge of replicating some harder to hit recipes. Want to follow my fake-outs? Visit the Awesome Mitten site , follow my Twitter account or check the ‘Awesome Mitten’ link on the right column of my blog.

What’s life without its simple joys? Fuzzy slippers, holding the remote control, the rare occasion when someone else gets the mail—instant smile creators, I tell ya. Lately I’ve been on a kick with a few different joy inducers. Nothing is groundbreaking, but if you’re looking for something to add a little spice to your life, start with this Dana approved list. OMG yum: Jif Whips Peanut butter (or chocolate peanut butter, in my case) in a light whipped consistency? Yes, please. Upon hearing about this from a coworker, I quickly picked up a tub of my own. The chocolate/PB version was a perfect companion to sliced apples, graham crackers and (oops) fingers. Rumor has it the PB version has a lower calorie per serving ratio than regular Jif PB, too. Ouch, ooouch: Cursty squats Squats are boring, curtsy squats are not. I like the balance element this exercise adds and that it’s more dynamic than its standard squat cousin. When I do add weight to this move, it’s usually 5lbs and i...

It’s been downright fall-like ‘round here. Where my hot apple cider, brown puffy vest and lavender homemade candles at? Last week had me in a comfort food state of mind. Instead of balking at the red bean and quinoa chili a food blogger I follow posted, I quickly grabbed the ingredients and made it for myself. Friends, family and blog stalkers—this chili is where it’s at. I love that it’s fast. The whole pot comes together in about 30 minutes. I love the depth of spices. They’re not so unique that you don’t have them in your kitchen already, but they make a bowl of this stuff taste like it’s been simmering all day. I love that it’s meatless! Trust a fellow carnivore—you won’t have a second to miss the meat while scarfing down hearty red beans and filling specs of quinoa. It’s still a bit early to move this dish into my regular meal rotation, but as soon as the first leaf falls, you can bet your pumpkin spice lattes I’ll have a container of this in my fridge at all times. Yum-may....

Ben and I just returned from a spontaneous weekend trip to Traverse City and Sleeping Bear Dunes . It was a lovely weekend. We booked, I kid you not, the last hotel room open in Leelanau County (more on that later) and made, I kid you not, zero plans before showing up 2.5 hours north Saturday afternoon. We ended up wine tasting along the Old Mission Peninsula, exploring downtown's shoreline and shopping district, catching a movie at a historic theater and hiking the dunes. Did I already say it was lovely? By the time we made it to the hotel Saturday night it was late. I did hear the hotel manager briefly mention ‘Jacuzzi’ while picking up our room keys, but I didn’t really register it until we walked into the room. BAM. A heart-shaped Jacuzzi. In the middle of the room. With a full-size mirror over it. Talk about killing all attempts to forget about what goes on in hotels pre-your stay. Ewww. Ew. The hotel provided weekend giggles, but hiking the dunes provided a year’s worth...

Oh my worn out rollerblades, is this what I think it is? It looks like a smoothly paved trail. A new trail. Right around the corner from my apartment. I already considered myself lucky to have access to a lovely paved trail system down the street that lets me run or bike to my gym and beyond with ease. I was thankful to live close to an awesome independent grocery store/nursery with produce that makes Family Fare's selection look like swamp mush. I was thrilled to unearth some of the city's best Mexican, Chinese and Thai places all within walking distance from me—not that one is able to do much walking after downing fajitas fundidas. Me thinks Mr. Rodgers' hood has nothing on mine.

A bun, a yoga mat and a whole lotta pain Mornings. That's what's up. I’m finally forklifting myself out of bed early enough for pre-work workouts. It’s nothing intense, just enough time for a 30-minute AM sweat. Sometimes I run(/walk), sometimes I do circuits and sometimes I show up sleepy eyed at the gym and jump on a bike. I’m never excited to start; but I always, always feel ready for the day afterward. After work, I try to find a little time for a less intense round two. Sometimes that’s a few yoga poses (which—ouch), sometimes it’s planks and push-ups while watching Chopped , sometimes it’s P90X Ab Ripper in which case I spend the rest of the night whimpering while rewarding myself with ice cream. Hey, just being a honest blogger up in here. What helps is the unavoidable black bin in the living room. Most of our workout gear is stored away but a stretchy band, some light weights, my foam roller, massage stick and yoga mat live in this bin by the TV. It's...

I could almost hear my grandma’s mind blow during this conversation a few weeks ago: Grandma: “When you start your new job, let me know. I want to buy you an ink blotter or something nice for your desk” Me: “Grandma, I won’t have a desk. I’m a mobile worker.” All I really needed for my new role was a sturdy bag to carry my life around in. No one on my team has a permanent set-up-my-picture-frames-here desk—my boss included. We all sit in a large open space called the ‘mobile neighborhood’. For the most part we congregate at an office version of a dining room table, but single use work cubes and stand-up work stations are also available. We have a few take-your-conference-call and make-your-doctor-appointment enclaves (i.e. enclosed offices) for use, too. These options make mobile working successful, I think. Mobile working is a different experience. It’s not for the employee who needs silence, a faint smell of lilac and a glowing happy light to focus. It’s a highly collaborat...

Halp! I’m drowning in vegetables! It’s been a few weeks of CSA pick-ups and…I’m kind of overwhelmed. I love picking up my bag of farm fresh goodies, but I hate that we can’t eat everything before it a) goes bad or b) is time for next week’s pick-up. I’ve sent a depressing amount of browned produce down the garbage disposal—along with dreams of kale chips , a handful of my monies and a little piece of my heart. Sigh. This is why I ordered a half share! A half share, people! Ben and I just can’t munch our way through all this greenery fast enough. Honestly, you should have seen how ridiculously veggie packed the scrambled eggs I made last weekend were—you could hardly spot an eggy glob. The good news is as the season rolls on the produce should get less fragile (lettuce, chard, spring onions) and more hearty (peppers, beans, potatoes), thus lasting a bit longer. The bad news is I’m thinking this is my first and last CSA venture—for a while, anyway. I could split the half s...

Please pardon this interruption from my regular posts about food , woodland-animals-I-shouldn’t-feed-but-feed-anyway and more food for a small public display of affection. At some point in long term relationships, the word ‘love’ feels like it loses its luster. Lately, I’ve taken to finding new ways to make Ben roll his eyes express my feelings. Here are a few examples of my around-the-apartment proclamations. I love you more than… …Grand Rapids loves beer …the vent in our apartment loves to rattle every time the air kicks on. …you love the cereal aisle. …Mother Nature loves to roll a big cloud in right when we get to the pool-- everytime we get to the pool. …my laundry loves to have a 2 day minimum of ‘chill time’ on the bedroom floor before I fold it. No seriously, my jeans love it. They need it! …you love a Saturday morning ‘second snooze’ nap. …you love to mess with me by faking a Saturday morning ‘second snooze’ nap when I’m ready to seize the weekend. That...

This weekend was the first in five that neither Ben nor I had all booked up. We made it our business to keep it free, filling it randomly as we went. Friday night I happily melted into the couch after a busy work week. We ordered in some pizza (Hawaiian ‘za, what up!) and watched Big Fish —and by ‘watched’, I really mean it. I didn’t even snooze once ! Saturday we had a late breakfast and took the bikes downtown for a long ride. Snazzy bike rack, no? Me thinks it’s time to pony up and buy a legit one already. Woodland weirdness Saturday night we put together a new Ikea bed we had bought last weekend. An hour and a half, a scraped shin and a cut foot later; the project was complete. I mean, it’s against the laws of physics to put together furniture without some sort of chaos, right? Sunday is typically errand day ‘round here. We did wander out to Greenwell for lunch, a tasty spot I’ve met many a lady friend for lunch at. Bless the chef who first trie...