blah. i doth not rock today. more stubborn than smart, i think would be the right term. we've still got about 5 inches of - heck, what do you call that stuff? we don't see enough of it to know the names. crusty, chunky, heavy, crumbly slush. it's snow that was powder to start with, got packed down hard by cars and rotted by salt into little round balls, froze together, got some more snow, started to melt so it settled and packed and got slippery, then got cold again. ball-bearings of ice, basically. there should be a dirty word to name it. breaks up and starts slithering as soon as you put any pressure on it, so the schwalbes didn't help as much as i'd hoped. i stumbled and slithered my way to work, still walking over the bridge and riding wherever it seemed possible. just weird. every city block has a different kind of snow. evening was the same thing, with a bit more water mixed in and/or black ice on all the bare surfaces. i'm drinking sprite with beer in it. tfif.