bike flying

Biked everyday this week and with this morning's windy 20 degree ride, my face turned rubber. Minneapolis is taking her sweet time warming up. Just when she warms up for a week, she'll turn around and bitch slap you with a cold front. There's nothing like flying through the city streets on a bike.

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Just ordered these online:

The Winter Sun: Notes on a Vocation new essays by Fanny Howe (Graywolf 2009)
Mistaking the Sea for Green Fields by Ashley Capps
So Often the Pitcher Goes to Water Until it Breaks: Poems by Rigoberto Gonzalez


reading: Nurruddin Farah's Yesterday, Tomorrow Voices From The Somali Diaspora
drinking: eater's digest medicinal traditional
listening: to chastity brown band rehearse in our living room