went outside this morning and said 'now this feels like below zero'. pleased with myself because when i got to the noticeably-warmer other side of the river, sho nuff. the led display said, and i quote: "+0C". hah. felt pretty darned warm to me. in fact i'd suspect that led if it weren't for envirocan backing it up.

heading across the non-road between parking lot and shower/health club i side-stepped to investigate a half-frozen puddle and almost wiped out on the edges of it. that would have been irony - ride six miles just to take off your helmet and bash in your occiput while approaching a puddle in pedestrian mode to poke at its centre and try to assess how bad it would be on a bike. taught me something new about black ice and kept me kind of fretting all day, but it crept above zero and stayed there all day so the ride home was no problem at all in spite of steady, very light, very powdery snow all the way.

had a nice conversation with one of the other guys in my cube about snow and ice and tires for it, not at all hampered by the fact that he was talking car and i was talking bike. and a not-so-nice exchange with one of the other cyclists in the lunchroom, whose spandex appears to have off-gassed enough to impair the ego-control parts of his brain. bleh. tell the truth, so far the only 3d cyclists i've met who i liked better than yer average driver were either women or new canadians. the drivers have less problem with me than some of the cyclists seem to have.

songs: i think the answer's yes, the beautiful south; frida kahlo's visit to the tay bridge bar, michael marra.