I'm a lasagna boy!

Three Sisters

I accosted a young man with an old timbuk2 bag who was reading this on the bus, and told him, "That looks like the bridge right near where I used to live. It's either the Sixth or Seventh St. bridge,", and he accomodatingly turned to the colophon, which informed us that the cover showed one of a trio of bridges across the Allegheny River. Macmillan Technology books have a nice bridge theme going; I suspect that's the real reason I bought their LDAP book.

Pedal steel

For the first time in months, I rode a derailleur bicycle to work. The exhilaration of speed -- of being able to go quickly up hills! -- of racing down hills without have to and brake with my knees! -- wore off as I heard all the clanking and mechanical motion of the gears shifting, of the jockey wheels spinning, the chain slapping, the rear axle breaking. Oh yeah, as I was turning at speed from 24th on to Valencia, the wheel slid forward in the drops and the chain slipped off the gears as the plastic end-cap of the skewer cracked. The washer underneath didn't come off, but without the knurled cap to hold it in place it wouldn't stay tight.
I've never trusted those wheels -- I was saying as much to jimg just yesterday. Well then! Time to find a new 130mm 8speed wheel.