Wired Cola

Good judgment comes from experience. And where does experience come from? Bad judgment. That's why I have such good judgment.

Ahem.

Monday morning it took me three tries to get to work.

Try #1: same bike I used Saturday morning has a flat rear tire. Oops. Investigation reveals an explosive blow-out at some point, caused by a failed tire sidewall on a tire bought earlier this year. Either the tire was defective or I have to check my brake positioning.

Normally, I don't go in for link posts, because I doubt I can tell you anything new: I don't think a pointer to a big-league aggregation site is value-added, and I care about value for my 20 readers.

But I make an exception tonight, as I collect a few things that are fun.

So, since I rode the bus to work today (part of my ongoing commitment to not commuting by bicycle while there is snow on the roads), I read one of the free commuter papers, and they had this article on how some activists staged a mock hockey game of the future in Montreal, showing that the grand tradition of pond hockey was threatened by warmer temperatures. They did this outside of a U.N. climate change conference.

Oh, I'm such a political junkie.

It fills me with something like shame to admit how much I enjoy a good election campaign, especially a federal one. And this after all my bold words about the importance of local politics. But I love local politics like I love amateur sports: the important, useful end of the entity, where all that tasty subsidiarity happens that I so love.