An Odd Find

I was looking for something to read...something interesting but not speculative fiction.

It has been twelve years since I read "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek" by Annie Dillard and it seemed like a good idea.




So, as I said...twelve years, but look what I found.




I had been using it as a book mark and it just struck me as weird and funny that this film that no one remembers (but has my surname) existed as something more than a memory.

I am trying to remember who I saw this with...

As I sad, it is odd that this item provides some memories but none that are definite.

Anyone want me to send a post card to them?

After the Storm

We did not get the ice and rain.





But we do clean up well.

Beauty in the Snow

Without the snow, there would not be pictures like this...




Taken on Elm Street.

Rachel on Uganda

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It is Winter

First of all, if you live in the Northeast, and you like living in the Northeast, you are going to have to deal with some snow. If you don't like it, Arizona would perfect for you.

Anyway, pictures from downtown Albany this morning.


The View Up North Pearl


Up State Street



The Empire State Plaza

Down Eagle Street
Up Madison Ave
Greetings from the Mansion Neighborhood!

You are kidding me, right?

No, Morning Edition, TARP does not refer to "Troubled American Recovery Plan" even though that is hilarious.

Hah!

"You tricked me."
"Tricked implies that we have a playful relationship. I decieved you."
"Fair enough."

Holiday Time

For the first time, it being so close to the Holidays made me happy.

It is a brisk day, I am drinking Christmas Blend coffee, I had a cookie, I have to pick up something that it is particularly Holiday-ie today, and at Starbucks, they are playing some of the music from "A Charlie Brown Christmas".

Dreams

I am still having the recurring organized crime dreams.

This weekend featured George Clooney and and a pair of gloves that I purchased in 1998 (Doe skin with red polar fleece linings) which made me very happy (As Curly has destroyed them).

I really don't know what is causing these dreams, but the recurring motif of organized crime (peopled by incompetents) shows that my psyche is being run by Seth Meyers writing a skit about the Departed with me in the lead.

I am having this comical (but occasionally very violent) life going on in my head for no reason, and they are happening every single night.

My hope is that when my head is in a better place, these dreams will stop.

Like an Indie Rock Love Song

I was having a conversation with a friend the other day and I made the statement that I want to live my life as if I were in an indie rock love song.

I thought about which song I would want to be in for a couple of days and I have decided on this:

Winterpills - Handkerchief

I don't know but...

Post Secret is becoming more and more banal to me, which is sad, because it used to be a Sunday morning ritual.