OK, that was wierd.
Christmas in Waco! I wish I had taken this picture...unfortunately it's not possible as I don't own a camera right now.
12.24.2005
Merry Christmas!
I celebrated this Christmas in the spirit of antimaterialism that Dad so firmly espoused as I lost my $350 camera while backpacking deep within in the Ozarks. Score! Daniel, you never cease to amaze me! Which is strange, because you and I are the same person.
OK, that was wierd.
Christmas in Waco! I wish I had taken this picture...unfortunately it's not possible as I don't own a camera right now.
OK, that was wierd.
Christmas in Waco! I wish I had taken this picture...unfortunately it's not possible as I don't own a camera right now.
12.08.2005
12.06.2005
Let's Pretend You Care About My Thanksgiving: Part I
This year I traveled - by car - from Waco, TX to Pensacola, FL for Thanksgiving with the family. Pensacola is not particularly close to Waco. I-1o, the most brutally boring stretch of freeway in the continental US, does not help. Don't get me wrong - I love traveling. But East Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama are NOT scenic. I mean, New Orleans has jazz and waterfront cafes and deadly killer hurricanes, but other than that the deep south sucks. Once you get to Florida, you're set, but the 500 miles in transit? Nope.
Anyway, my lonely trip had a few bright spots, as illustrated below...
HA! You thought that was the Tahoe, if only for the briefest instant! Yes, my powers of shameless manipulation are evident and evidently being abused. Anyway, I came across this car just east of the Louisiana border, and it seemed to me to be in a mighty bad way. I proceeded with caution.
On approaching Baton Rouge an aching in my lower back prompted me to turn aside and seek a degree of freedom of movement that I lacked at the moment. I succombed and somehow ended up at Louisiana State University, where Dad went to school.
As I neared campus and drove past the very attractive above sign, my stomach growled. The words "the original" caught my eye, and I wondered if rolled sandwhiches were really invented here. The thought seemed unlikely. I must find out. The quality of the meal will reveal the truth.
They cost $8.50. Well, chips and drink included, but it seemed to me to be a bit overpriced. Unfortunately, my taste buds were unable to discern the veracity of the store's claim of originality, but they were pleased anyhow.
I found this in front of the art building alongside a dozen or so delightfully imaginative pieces of art. The plaque revealed that the masterwork was entitled "Doorway to Freedom" and was created by one Tom Lean. I fought the urge to open the door and walk to freedom as there were no hinges and an attempt to do so would be very disastrous. Tom Lean is a fraud.
What does this guy want? I stood transfixed before him for five minutes attempting to unravel the mystery. Having utterly failed, I gave up and moved on.
What LSU thinks of our president.
I made it to New Orleans by 6pm, not entirely ready for another four hours of driving. Most everybody was already in Pensacola, but my uncle had stayed behind in New Orleans; his company was well-appreciated, but being in the car with another person doesn't change the fact that you're still in the car.
And Mom wants to drive to North Carolina this Christmas.
Anyway, my lonely trip had a few bright spots, as illustrated below...
HA! You thought that was the Tahoe, if only for the briefest instant! Yes, my powers of shameless manipulation are evident and evidently being abused. Anyway, I came across this car just east of the Louisiana border, and it seemed to me to be in a mighty bad way. I proceeded with caution.
On approaching Baton Rouge an aching in my lower back prompted me to turn aside and seek a degree of freedom of movement that I lacked at the moment. I succombed and somehow ended up at Louisiana State University, where Dad went to school.
As I neared campus and drove past the very attractive above sign, my stomach growled. The words "the original" caught my eye, and I wondered if rolled sandwhiches were really invented here. The thought seemed unlikely. I must find out. The quality of the meal will reveal the truth.
They cost $8.50. Well, chips and drink included, but it seemed to me to be a bit overpriced. Unfortunately, my taste buds were unable to discern the veracity of the store's claim of originality, but they were pleased anyhow.
I found this in front of the art building alongside a dozen or so delightfully imaginative pieces of art. The plaque revealed that the masterwork was entitled "Doorway to Freedom" and was created by one Tom Lean. I fought the urge to open the door and walk to freedom as there were no hinges and an attempt to do so would be very disastrous. Tom Lean is a fraud.
What does this guy want? I stood transfixed before him for five minutes attempting to unravel the mystery. Having utterly failed, I gave up and moved on.
What LSU thinks of our president.
I made it to New Orleans by 6pm, not entirely ready for another four hours of driving. Most everybody was already in Pensacola, but my uncle had stayed behind in New Orleans; his company was well-appreciated, but being in the car with another person doesn't change the fact that you're still in the car.
And Mom wants to drive to North Carolina this Christmas.
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