i rode in this morning doing my best [eccles voice] winds light to variable [/eccles voice] as in, varying all the way up to not-light-at-all. heading over the bridge through the gusts it changed itself to [bluebottle voice] he's fallen in the wa-ter[/bluebottle voice], just in case. you're never alone if you encountered spike milligan at an impressionable age

nice ride to; nice ride from; not a whole lot to say otherwise. yesterday i rode to work late knowing there'd be a practice; called my kid from the lab and told him he'd have to get himself there and then call home if/when it ended; rode home just in time to fall over bike, self and cat trying to get to the ringing phone (and failed), and then got to NOT DRIVE OUT THERE AND PICK HIM UP due to the dual miracles that are city transit and teenagerness. high spot of my car-lite week. problem with the 24/7 sunblock regime though; it's fending off burns but it keeps getting into my mouth. and it tastes really impressively foul.

today's songs: john maclean's march, hamish henderson; gin eh was a gaffer fer tae be; michael marra; little rock n roller; steve earle.