I’ve been trying to keep myself busy and out in what passes for spring weather these days in the city- in that spirit, I rode in the 5 boro bike tour last weekend (with the extra perk of a borrowed VIP pass, which included things like pre-race live Jazz, chocolate-covered strawberries, and post-race massages). Today, I went canoeing in the Bronx river (an outing followed by do-it-yourself wontons with what may be the best wonton sauce I’ve yet to encounter), and tomorrow I’m riding the theme of good Chinese food all the way to Flushing via the 7 for some food court magic and hopefully a mind-blowing foot massage afterwards. When not being productive and interacting with real people this month, you will find me binging on episodes of The Wire (insert a very belated and probably redundant recommendation here). On a side note, I bought a glorified Camelbak fanny pack for long bike rides last week, and realizing that I’m wearing it without shame and singing its praises to friends and strangers alike (and am also tempted to wear it when not on a bike), along with the fact that all of my childhood toys now look like props from a James Wan movie, are two among a growing number of signs that I’m officially out of my twenties and ever closer to that strange, mysterious world of middling age. For the record, however, I will be doing my best to experience this new phase of life as absurdly and unconventionally as possible.