I have no idea how a theoretical physicist living in Sophia, Bulgaria came to follow my little blog. The polite thing to do when someone inexplicably follows is to– as WP asks me to do– is “check them out” (grammatically incorrect, WP). More often than not, I move on with my life. But sometimes… you
In order to realize the beauty of man we must realize his connection to nature. Walter Inglis Anderson More coming soon– including The Little Room!
Might warm up the joint a bit. It’s cold out there!
Begun last evening and finished this evening. Beginning December 17th with a trip through the dense frozen fog from The Farm to Tupelo, and ending tomorrow, December 24th with the last leg of our Holiday travels— northern Georgia back to The Farm— and not including side trips to Starkvegas, Town, and the DG in the
The Old City in Jerusalem was as close as we got to Bethlehem a couple of years ago, so I’m revisiting some of the photographs I took. Recall, as part of Mr. Big Food’s invited Bar Hillel Lectures, Hebrew University treated us to a private tour of the Old City– just two grad students, the
My extensive research– going back to Webster’s Elementary-School Dictionary, 1925 edition– suggests that ‘patron’ and ‘customer’ are synonyms. But as the kids say, “Whatevs.” No homeless allowed. Though technically this sign could be interpreted as “No shoppers who do not purchase anything allowed,” right? There are an estimated 400 unsanctioned tent encampments in Seattle. What, exactly,
As come across on Whidbley Island, Washington USA
The giveaways: Top photo: That’s not my leather sack; it’s my new water repellent nylon/polyester pack in front of my new water repellent long puffy coat. Bottom photo: That’s not the Mississippi Gulf Coast; it’s the Pacific Ocean. Other than that, it’s Halloween night in a small town with very little wifi, lots of rain
Coming up in a day or two.
Red Rocks, a major rock climbing destination just north of Las Vegas, is spectacular. Unfortunately, the morning our pal Bill— an amateur climber of some fame— drove us out, it was raining. Go figure. This was not the first— that would be snow in Savannah, remember?— nor would it be the last— stay tuned!—of the
San Antonio was not what I expected. This was not San Antonio’s fault. It was mine. Had I done more research— which is to say any— I would have discovered that SA purposefully turned itself into a convention center. God, there were a lot of people. Everywhere. I was expecting a Texas version of Savanah,
in old Jerusalem. More as I begin processing a four hour tour covering three thousand years or more. For now now, though, having seen the ruin some folks inflict on other, I found it hopeful that the Jewish State has purposefully set aside some ancient areas for future generations to excavate. In other words, the
I have more to say. Stay tuned.
Since my last post about the crappy old book of the month on the Constitution of the United States, Mr. Big Food and I have traversed a fair number of miles. I’ve been keeping up with it. I believe I left off Wednesday evening when we caught some Spanish Mackerel and some Blues. Well, Mr.
“Marica?”