Positive temperatures have returned to Minnesota, somewhere or other, but here's it's still 5 below or so. Yesterday demonstrated most adequately why I don't bike in temperatures that low. It's not the cold per se, but one does have to bundle up pretty well to avoid windburn, which I had to do anyway because of the wind. It seems there's some trick I still haven't worked out, because whenever I do that below about 5°F, my glasses promptly ice over. Makes it very hard to see. You'd think I'd work out a way around that, but both morning and evening yesterday, by the time I made it to the bus stop the optics were uselessly opaque.
Hereabouts it looks to be a fairly mundane week I'm heading into. However, the world does chug along, and I've had a not especially novel ideal. In light of the rolling disaster that is Israeli-Palestinian relations kicking into high gear in the past couple of weeks, and since I've still got a thousand or so unpublished photos from my time over there, I propose to spend the next week blogging the Levant. Because I can, and because Juan Cole doesn't write about it enough, and when he does he often comes off sounding a bit, well, unreasonable.
Glance at the Ha'aretz front page today for a preview.