blogging

Every 7.4 seconds, a blog is created. That's 12,000 new blogs a day, with 275,000 posts a day, or 10,800 an hour. Wow. And here's me thinking I was talking to someone. I kinda like the idea that I'm just chatting to myself, but it's like chatting to myself in a box. I don't really know if there's anyone out there listening. So i better make it good. Hmm. But that's more like chatting to myself in a box in a room full with 275,000 boxes, in a building with 12,000 rooms... wow! The chances of being heard are pretty slim. That's great. Keep talking, be free, and keep talking. Is this like the million monkeys scenario?

weather

Sunshine peaking through the clouds. It's got a kick in it already and it's only September. I can feel it in the morning as I zoom to work on my bike, flying by the railway lines, black jacket flapping behind me more like a sail than protection from the wind. And the sun hooks on, sinks it's baby teeth into the black and releases it's warmth. Nice at first. I can feel it, like Chi, warming my back, spreading through my spine up, then down then wrapping tight around my body. Every time a particularly clawed gust of cold wind swipes across my path ever so slightly adjusting my bike, it whips away that warmth. The sun is there tho, then it's gone, then it's back and it's life spreads again across my back and down my arms. About halfway to work it gets too hot. I sweat. The jumper under my jacket feels more clammy than warm, and I start to think, perhaps that's enough of the sun for now. Ask and the Universe says yes. Behind a cloud the sun slides and the ride is perfect once again. A great day today I think. Great day for weather.