Turn Signals?
Maryland, have you heard of them?
Maryland, have you heard of them?
Saturday was a gorgeous day. Like 75º, sunny, a slight breeze to tousle your hair. Kate and I took a walk around Chestertown and then realized we were in need of delicious ice cream. Since the best is at Durding’s Store in Rock Hall, we drove out at once. And since we were there, we went to Eastern Neck Island to enjoy the lovely weather. And since Kate was feeling like driving (and who doesn’t like a drive with the panoramic roof open in Kate’s car?) we went to Betterton. And I fell hard for the hills, beach, cliffs and trees.
And you get a photoset:
Friends, it’s nearly Friday. Don’t say that too loudly…I don’t want to scare this most elusive of weekdays off. It’s been a hard-fought battle to get to this Friday Eve and I think we’ve all earned the promise of weekend delights that tomorrow will carry with it.
Do you have any good stories from the week that nearly “was?” I, for one, spent nearly 4 hours today trying to get a simple Flash module to embed. And it’s still sitting there, mocking me with a blank white square on a nearly finished webpage. What about you?
Not only does Jon Stewart pretty much accurately sum up the whole of Western PA, he also finally explains my stance on elitism in very easy to follow (and hilarious) words and pictures.
If Obama really said what he said and is, truly, an elitist my vote has been secured.
These stuck in my mind last night as I was reading in bed:
I stole the keys to the skies,
we’ll leave this place for the final time,
no crying words, no goodbyes,
yes tonight we’re burning all the tough times.
“This Boy’s In Love” by The Presets
Alright, friends. I went to Dover VW/Audi/Subaru (?) today to have Klaus’s oil changed. While I was there, I think you can guess what I did. I test drove the object of several years of lusting, the Audi A3 2.0T. I was not in the least disappointed. In fact, I’ve fully committed myself to making this my next car:
Barring any major changes of heart between now and the end of November (when I have to place my custom order,) I’ll be in a 2009 Ibis White A3 by this time next year. 🙂 What thinks you, readers?
I traveled last night to King of Prussia, which is almost in Philadelphia, to visit with my mom who was there attending a beading conference. She said her workshop went well and showed me the nifty wire bracelet that she learned how to make, as well as her haul from the vendors on the show floor. After dumping my things in her room, we made our way downstairs for a marginally underwhelming dinner at one of the hotels restaurants. The only good thing about “Chumley’s” was the really overwrought 80s music blaring over the gathered middle aged Maaco conference attendees. Tears for Fears and Berlin…too good.
I woke up this morning feeling highly disappointed with the Sleep Number full bed in our room (and Mom concurred that hers sucked, too) and with two very large, very sore scratches on my neck. Vampire attack gone wrong? Alien abduction? They are perfectly parallel and completely inexplicable. I don’t remember having done anything to myself that would have caused such an injury so I’m flummoxed.
Anyway…after much pondering, we went downstairs for breakfast. This restaurant in the hotel provided a much better meal – namely lox and cream cheese. There were even capers! The strange elderly French/Spanish greeter-lady at the door called me a “beautiful boy,” blushed and muttered something in French/Spanish so perhaps I was just riding high from that unusual encounter?
Full (and complimented) we departed for the King of Prussia Shopping Experience™. It was just as dauntingly huge as the last time I was there, but we did end up finding everything after NUMEROUS trips to the directories. Luckily, we were not the only hopeless navigators, because there were actually mall staff stationed by these kiosks offering shortcuts and advice for getting around. I even found a Bubbles and stopped in for a spontaneous haircut. Can you say shaved lines on the side of my head? I can…and did.
And now I’m back after only an hour and forty minutes in the car. I used my own intuition to find my way out and beat Google’s estimate by almost 45 minutes. Take that, internets.
I’ve been in Chestertown for over a year now. And, I’ve been working for the school for exactly one year today. To commemorate this (and mostly because she wanted to take photos,) Tara and I took a walk to capture the blooming things. I recalled as we were finishing up that about a year ago I did the exact same thing, captivated as I was by the blooming EVERYTHING of this little town.
For your perusal:
Best of luck with your phone interview today, Dusty-sir. We expect a full (frontal) report when it’s over.
I woke up in a pretty good mood today and, rather out of the blue, began mulling these lyrics over and over in my mind. I share them with you now, no?
You are my autoharp
I push every button on your body
I push the a minor, the e flat, the f major
And especially the c sharp 7You are my autoharp
I play every string in your mind
And even when I play them very loud
They keep in tune
But how will they sound soonYou are my autoharp
I bought you in a pawnshop in Virginia
You were cheap but in good condition
Longing for someone to take you on an exotic tripYou are my autoharp
I carried you all over the world
In my hard case called the heart
You’re the reason for my blood to keep running
Through my veins every album again
“Autoharp” by Hooverphonic