Guten Tag

I get clumsy around rules.

Instead of six random things and six people, I will offer twelve carefully chosen sentences.

I liked that meme better, and I forgot to do it last year.

Later on maybe I'll splice together a panorama with a half-dozen sunsets in it, but for now I'll keep using these little red arrows.

It's been busy around here.

Europe got a full lunar eclipse today.

First of all, a big shout-out to NBC for bringing us a world-class cycling event live on regular broadcast TV right here in the U.S. of A.: today’s U.S. Open Cycling Championship in Virginia.

Last Tuesday—a week ago yesterday—I set out for a quick morning spin on the velocipede and suffered a sidewall blowout less than half a mile from home.

There’s nothing but truth in Tennyson’s lines from “Locksley Hall.”

Note the direction of travel.

There’ll have to be time for words later.

It’s amusing to see my brother’s rant on bicycle-car etiquette.

I had to be in the Bay Area for something else anyhow.

I have been dabbling in Irving Stone’s 1934 biography of Vincent Van Gogh, Lust for Life.