Waiting for the third thing

On the completely unscientific principle that things, good and bad, come in threes, I'm just waiting. Clyde had a flat time last week, and last night he--well, went all woogedy on me.

After a long, breakless day at work, I managed to ride across the river to the bike shop that's open till 7:00, where the problem was quickly diagnosed by a mechanic: broken spoke.

Broken spokes are usually caused by overloading. I had to remind myself that a) I haven't actually GAINED any weight since I started riding and b) this is the first broken spoke, so don't start freaking out unless it keeps happening.

Apropos of which (sort of), I just watched Jamie Oliver's impassioned, mostly fact-free, but strangely convincing TED prize acceptance talk about America's food problems. The part that shocked the shit out of me was where the young schoolchildren are unable to name the strange objects Jamie shows them--a potato, a tomato, an eggplant, and a beet.

Imagine not recognizing a spud.