city life

For first-time filmmakers Adam Oppenheim and Sam Mirpoorian, the inspiration for their documentary on homelessness in Indianapolis came from a local news report.

Smile if smiled at. Eccentrics welcome (including you, unicycler).

Twenty-five stations corral 250 sturdy bikes, each outfitted with a lock, a basket, and a map.

Buy a 24-hour pass for $8 with a credit card at any station kiosk. Take a bike.

The annual event, put on by a Christ Church Cathedral women’s group, is more than an excuse to take your lunch break an hour earlier. It’s an exercise in Hoosier hospitality.

“The whole downtown/midtown/uptown thing started in New York because that city is narrow and vertical,” says Matt Hale. “We’re a radial city growing out in every direction from the center, so it’s a stretch to say Indy has a midtown.”

Only by winning a major (non-athletic) contest does one force Andrew Luck to play second fiddle during this parade, but Josh Kaufman did just that.

Just like the Indiana Pacers—no one’s there, then they are, and then they disappear again.

Via @colefarrell: “Walking downtown, I heard an older man refer to the farmers market as ‘that weekly veggie festival.’ I’m into it.”

The Indianapolis Downtown Artists and Dealers Association’s monthly art tour has changed a lot in seven years, now boasting nearly 40 participating studios and galleries—plus a huge range of unofficial events.

A guide to prime living locations in Indianapolis for twentysomething pros, with a few surprises: “I have seen anything from random shopping carts on fire hydrants to dresses on stop signs.”

It seems one Indy resident can forecast the weather far in advance of any meteorologist. Plus, it’s three days after the city’s volatile snowstorm, and grocery-store racks continue to tell the tale.

Says Jim Borthwick of Noblesville, “Notice the close attention to detail, the cerebral forehead of Peyton [Manning] and Andrew [Luck]’s glorious neckbeard.”

As I crept farther, panic finally set in. I was lost! The scurrying animals, which I could never quite see amid the ankle-deep muck of the tunnel, seemed to get more numerous.