Thursday, April 30, 2009


Heater - Samim

It's time for...the rest of the story. With Paul Harvey gone, someone has to take up the mantle, so I'm offering myself for the job.

On Sunday morning, we got up, and got ready for breakfast. I wanted to get to breakfast by 9ish so I could hit the road by ten. And breakfast it was...we went to a place that serves a fantastic sauteed tofu breakfast. It was super yummy, and the biscuit was quite good as well. While we were eating, I spied this fellow eating as well:
From Athens and Back


Afterward, we hugged and said so long, I punched in my friend Shannon's address in the GPS, and hit the road. I wanted to get to Savannah by 2ish, but the GPS was putting me there around 3:20. Well crap. Oh well. I made sure to take pictures on my way down even so. By doing a little bit faster than posted speeds, I was there at quarter to three, so it wasn't bad as far as that goes.

On the way down, I saw:

Repetitive graffiti:
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Beautiful roadside wildflowers:
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The Ohoopee Mart at the corner of US1 and I-16:
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Shannon's place is gorgeous, and she's just a short walk from a gorgeous live oak lined park in Savannah. She and Eric and I walked around, and hit a cafe for a hot pretzel (because April 26 is National Pretzel Day). While we were walking, I saw this character. He was through with his body. It was sad, and very dignified looking:
From Athens and Back


There were too many gorgeous buildings to photograph, but I loved the rust stains from the window decorations on this one:
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And I was loving their Neighborhood Watch signs:
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Shannon had to go to work, but Eric offered to ride around with me, and point out the sights. Savannah is like a bigger, better version of St. Augustine. I really liked it. As I was driving, I was able to stop long enough to get a shot of these great brownstone stairs:
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Lastly, I took US 17 south to Brunswick before getting back on 95. I figured I'd get some good pictures of sad little towns. It's always fun traveling the road that was replaced by the freeway.
After this it was home for the night, and speaking of that, I just woke up, and it's after 1. The rest of this was written at 11, but this sentence in the following pics are being set up at 1:
This great little river about halfway down I 17...
From Athens and Back

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Great sign!
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King's Laundry:
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Subtle xenophobia/racism:
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Heading over the bridge out of Brunswick, and the last pic I'm sending before I mo
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Back to everyday life tomorrow. And then we can do all the silly stuff we used to.

Here's what I'm learning...

More evening activities means one thing! I need to have a posting schedule or ethos. Wednesdays are probably out...I fell asleep with my Spitzle entry on my lap, completely garbled. G'nite everyone. We'll try again, tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Nobody here but us chickens.


Know Your Chicken - Cibo Matto

I got home from work today, and this molted little fella was on the porch. My neighbor's boyfriend has befriended him, fed him, and wants to take care of him. I'm hoping he's not unhealthy...that featherless bit, is it normal? He's so ugly he's cute, and I really liked taking pictures with him. He's a curious little guy with a big appetite. I named him Randolph Mantooth, with I've just found out (thanks, IMDB!) is the name of a soap opera actor. Cheers on the great name, Mr. Mantooth.

Anyway, here are 6 pix, followed by a viddy of the little guy:
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So, no eatin' chicken tonight, peoples...

Athens, and then home...


Ringa Ringa - A.R. Rahman

Last Friday, I drove up to Athens straight after work, stopping only to buy Cokes and salty snacks. It was a real health kick. Was I embracing my new found porcine qualities? Oh no! It was just a last hurrah. No more soda now, but anyway. Here's what I learned during the trip: podcasts are fantastic for road trips. Anyone who listens to NPR knows that intelligent talky talky shows do it. Also good for long road hours: clever hip hop (I cannot strongly enough recommend the global mashup that is NASA - Spirit of Apollo. Holy smokes, with Chuck D, David Byrne, Kanye West, The Wu Tang Clan, MIA, Santogold, Seu Jorge, and dozens more, it's such a fun album), dancey global pop (City of God Soundtrack and Slumdog Millionaire).

Also, I learned: north Georgia roads at night are spooky for a coastal Florida driver. Hills and curves in pitch black just don't happen down here. Consequently, every driver was wishing I'd move out of their way. Sorry, Georgians!

I got to Stephen and Sabrina's at 11ish. They have a great little house. I really love the look of their place. They've got fantastic stuff on the walls, and great furniture. Like my apartment, eclecticism is the word there. Also, one can find the two best named guinea pigs I've ever met: Pony Horse and Kidney Bean. Nice.

Their friends Ashley and Carl came over, and after hanging out for a bit, we watched 9 to 5 projected on their bedroom wall. I don't think I dozed off much, even though I'd been up for what seemed like eleventeen hours.

The next morning, I went out with Stephen bleary eyed and Sabrina still asleep to do the Athens Gambler ride. It was 50km of hill country, and I loved it. If I had to put on weight during my convalescence, at least I didn't lose too much speed. I was passing people for the majority of the ride. That felt really good.

At the end of the ride, I caught a little bit of the morning amateur race before heading back...after another 4 hour sleep night, and little breakfast, I was hungry.
From Athens and Back


Back at the house, we got ready for the afternoon, and headed to a Peruvian restaurant called Las Conchitas Caliente. We all had the vegetarian Cuban sandwich. It was astounding.
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We walked around a bit, talking a lot about the texts we'd received about the terrible and surprising triple murder that happened about an hour and a half before, just a mile away. While trying to find out more via text messages, S&S took me sight seeing. Of course, I was more interested in the broke down parts of Athens than anything else.

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There was a day care with tremendous hand painted decorations:
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Yard art that would look better if the lawn were a little cut...
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Great stop sign graffiti:
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Stephen outside the Daily Groceries Co-op:
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Afterward, we went home and researched the shooting before heading to the races. On the way, this little guy wanted to come with us:
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And this character was interested, too:
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Great bike shop art on the way to the races:
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During the womens' race, we hit the crepe bar because the only way to see the race was by holding my camera above the crowd. Delicious, delicious crepes.

We ended up catching a good location for the last 25 laps of the mens' race, and man, were those guys blowing by at breakneck pace. It was pretty awesome.
I have no idea who won because I couldn't see the finish line, and I couldn't hear the announcer, but it was just exciting to see it all up close and not chock full of commercials on Versus.
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I also got to talk to a rep for Storck, makers of the 10 pound bike, and sponsors of Team Vanderkitten. Their bikes are sick. It was pure lust looking in the back of the van. (Hmmm...maybe there's a reason they chose to sponsor Vanderkitten).
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The rest of the night included me being a party pooper about music and bars because I was DEAD tired, and also some great jump photos before I died on the pull out bed.
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From Athens and Back
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I'll update all about the drive home tomorrow (or Thursday?), but I've got another post to dump on you tonight, so...for now, I think you're neat, and sweet dreams.