But most I love the tube that spies

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During the weekend I cleaned and repaired my bicycle, patching the inner tube which had a leak. I didn't find out what caused the puncture, as the tire seemed to be intact. The inner tube isn't in a great condition thanks to "running on empty" until I realized air was leaking out. I hope it holds until the replacement of the gear hub with a new one in the beginning of November. At least so far so good, air is holding.

I went to the local library with my daughter, to return some books. I have been mostly reading e-books recently, but as I mentioned the library doesn't offer a great deal of choices. And you need to have several programs for reading the borrowed books: Adobe Digital Editions on the Mac, and Bluefire Reader or Overdrive on the iPad. None of these programs is really bad, but they aren't great either.

(Posting title is from the poem The Flâneur by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.)

However ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful

Pirttimäki

Forest

Water

Reflect

Colors

Silhouette

I went with children to Pirttimäki today, and we had picnic in the forest there. Autumn colors start to be prominent, although not quite dominant yet. It was a fine clear day, although the ground was wet because of the rain we have had.

I have been learning the iPad during the weekend, experimenting how to use it properly. I had serious trouble in trying to sync photographs from Aperture via iTunes to the iPad, and today there appeared an update to Aperture, version 3.4.1: "Improves the reliability of syncing photos to iOS devices via iTunes." I do hope so!

Today I read two more books in the iPad. Well, one of the books I just browsed through, but the other I read from start to end, 223 pages of it.

However, the e-books on offer at the local library are a pitiful collection, not much there to interest me. I don't understand why there couldn't be an arrangement to have a large collection of books available with standardized formats and easy-to-use readers. Now there are several programs one needs to use, and none of them are intuitive when you first start using them.

(Posting title is from the poem The Answer by Robinson Jeffers.)