Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Snow? In Colorado? This wasn't in the brochure. Pretty soon they'll be saying you can ski here.

Corner Office

A office with a view. Not bad. Also, furniture is for suckers.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I suppose this proves I am in Atlanta. But you can't see the date, so I guess you'll just have to take my word that I didn't time travel during the flight.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Rocky Mountain High

For the past 7 months, you've been one step behind. I bounce around from city to city, state to state . . . then something happens . . . then I write about it.

This time, I'm fortunate to have some forewarning. On Tuesday, I'll be heading off to Colorado for a week. Again, for reasons of national security, I have to be vague about my purpose. But if you've got friends in Boulder, or know the best places to visit, feel free to pass them along.

Also, my plane flies through Atlanta. It's a strange route, but I can only imagine the sharp right hand turn when we hit Georgia produces some sort of slingshot effect, increasing our speed, and making it faster than if we had just flown as the crow flies. Also, flying as the crow logically seems to increase the chances of a crow flying into the engine. And with Lost premiering shortly, I don't want to take any chances.





Because some people think video is the only documentary device . . .



Cell phone quality

Ready to roll

Cousin Jacob

Community Service

A Familiar Scene

Withdrawal is a powerful force. Think back to Iowa, and what was the one guaranteed event . . . PARADES. That's why I am in Lambertville today. It's the Winter Festival Parade. Any minute now, the infantry will arrive over that bridge from New Hope, PA, the sister city.

Friday, January 25, 2008

The Garden State

New Jersey: We got yer ornate right here

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Home State Advantage

I returned abruptly to NJ today. I did not blog the trip home (as I had on the way out) because of my experiences in Nevada. I spent many an hour on the "The Loneliest Road in America." The name is not misleading. I had to use every waking fiber of my being to keep my attention on the road. The monotony of the scenery and the lack of any other vehicles did a number on me. After that, I resolved that any future driving would only include 100% concentration, audio books, and Dr. Pepper. For safety reasons, blogging took a back seat. And soon, after realizing I couldn't blog from the back seat while also driving, I desisted all together.


My return home was met with quite a few surprises. My room was as I had left it, but there were new additions to the family. One is featured prominently below. The other two are a flat-panel TV and a pellet stove. Which once again proves my theory . . . parents will replace their kids with merchandise or canines at the first chance they get.

This reminds me of my junior year of high school, when I took an overnight school field trip to Minnesota. I returned home to find a new washer/dryer upstairs and my desk lamp replaced with an arctic fox. The next day, they were gone, like my parents thought I just wouldn't notice. But I did.



Glad to be back.


Sunday, January 20, 2008

West Des Moines?

Funny thing happens if you forget to turn off of I-80 in Iowa and keep driving for two days.

Friday, January 18, 2008

There are clever people all over this country.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Pack those bags . . . I'm headed for Iowa!

I was in Sioux City. Now I am in Des Moines.

Perhaps it's my love of towns that have two names.

Perhaps it's my geographic detachment issues. (I'm working those out. It's a long road to recovery).

Either way, I'm in Des Moines, Iowa. Plenty of new things to sites to take in. And since I'm in an urban area, this will be an interesting contrast with the style of adventures in the Greater Meriden-Marcus-Cleghorn area in Cherokee, Iowa.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Apartment . . . Lesson

I am without my laptop due to technical troubles. So I won't be able to edit a video. But I can still hijack library computers for writing purposes. (If anybody at the library asks, I am doing a research paper on the effects of the White Tailed Deer Migration Across New Jersey on the 2010 off-year down-ballot elections.)

I'd like to do a final apartment guide, but it will be a shrunk-down version. An Apartment Guidelette. Below you will see the proper way to empty a refrigerator of liquids. I'd like to thank my roommate for providing most of the items that needed to be removed. I'll admit, the last one is mine.

The best part about emptying out a fridge is you get to fulfill that childhood dream we all share . . . . pretending you're a policeman during Prohibition. I can remember countless times under the old oak tree wishing I could have been alive during the first part of the century so I too could pour alcohol down a drain with reckless abandonment. Thanks, Iowa!
















I'd perfected my form by the second bottle.
















Ol' Fridgy threw me a curveball with this funny shaped potent potable. I struggled at first with this box . . .
















Until I realized Box was only a bag in disguise. Easy pouring from that point forward.

















I even had to pour out the prune juice to prove to myself this wasn't some vendetta against wines and spirits.
















"I said son can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes. But I'm pretty sure it's about me wallowing over my predictability, as I cried over spilling out milk." -- Billy Joel
















The End.

Like a Phoenix

I feel like I've just awoke from a 14-day ethanol induced coma (the best kind of coma, by the way, because it reduces our dependence upon foreign comas). Back to blogging . . .