Seen in her natural habitat, the Middle Child might seem grumpy, unapproachable, and/or miserable, when in fact she is just, as they say in popular parlance, “balls cold.” My parents’ Explorer’s every nook and cranny is full of stuff. We are taking Christmas decorations and baking supplies, for God’s sake. And a giant bin full of food. Because Gatlinburg is so rural that I heard you have to kill and eat your own dinner there.…
Wow, time got away from me last week and I find myself at home, back in cat hair-covered pajamas, just as god herself intended it. My trip across the state and back was amazing, as I fully expected it to be. And exhausting, like any good roadtrip vacation. Aside from the insomnia Tuesday night that knocked me out of doing the Jack Daniel’s tour Wednesday morning, everything else was smooth sailing. Let’s see if I…
I don’t know why I’m still up. Oh wait, yes I do. BECAUSE I AM A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT. And instead of packing and going to bed like any normal person about to fly down to Florida for a week of beachy funtimes and Radiohead, I’m uploading photos from the weekend to Flickr. And I haven’t even gotten to today’s MusicFest pictures. I guess they’ll have to wait until I get back Thursday and then…
I was cleaning off an old memory card tonight and I stumbled upon a couple of photos I took en route to Hawaii. Specifically, this one, which I really like: There is something about photographs taken in the air that is necessarily surreal. I look at the photograph and it’s hard for me to remember my time on the plane that led to such a picture. If I squint and try to remember real hard,…
[for Monday, Oct. 8] Amber’s flight left around noon on Monday, which left me alone with the car and the island and some vague idea of stuff I needed to do and see before my own flight took off that night at 9. So I headed to Pearl City to see the famed memorial to the USS Arizona and the other ships that were destroyed when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The place was packed,…
[for Sunday, Oct. 7] Sunday morning we rolled out of bed at a perky 3:30 in anticipation of Courtney and Mel’s departure to China for their nine-month backpacking adventure. The ride to the airport was dark and somber, especially for Amber, who’s obviously worried about Courtney’s safety and sanity during that time in a land of varied cultures and customs and laws. Mel’s dad dropped the four of us off at the airport, and Amber…
[for Saturday, Oct. 6] Roughly every thirty seconds during our stay in Oahu, we’d notice a hill and turn to Mel, asking with great seriousness, “Is that Diamond Head?” “Um, no, I don’t think so,” she’d reply as we gazed ever skyward. There are a lot of big, jagged hills on the island, many of them with houses nestled precariously in the ridges. When the sun goes down and the street lights come on, it’s…
[for Friday, Oct. 5] Snorkeling is harder than it looks. You look at people in their silly masks and think, How hard could it be? Breathe out of a tube, kick your legs, and enjoy the underwater life as it swirls and churns around you. Well, you’re an idiot. That tube you’re breathing out of is about as airy as an asthmatic’s clenching windpipe. That mask on your face is going to leak saltwater into…
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