I feel badly. Yesterday I sufficiently freaked a lot of people out (I mean a lot of people. Thanks to everyone who retweeted the article) when I wrote about the invasive, privacy-violating, potentially-dangerous full-body scanners that are appearing in airports all over the U.S. That’s not the part I feel badly about. I feel badly…
1. Cut-out decoration of a German man, Ashland Elks Lodge Oktoberfest. – 2. Contemplative statue, Lithia Park. –
Dear lord, Portland is a strange place. It’s somewhat reminiscent of Seattle, but smaller and stranger. My cousin describes it as what Seattle was in the eighties – a Pacific Northwest town full of artists and slackers and dreamers and lots and lots of rain. It reminds me so much of my home, but varies…
1. Horizon Airlines plane, Santa Barbara Airport – 2. Spotted near the Danish town of Solvang, CA.
– Note: While this was written on Monday night, I only just posted it now. Fear not – Rand and I are safely home and out of our terrible hotel. Folks, I am currently in hotel hell. I will elaborate more on it when I get home – right now I am toiling away one…
It’s the morning of my 30th birthday, which technically started last night in a crazed dash to Fremont, that may have included climbing on the troll statue. I would like to thank our always up-for-anything friend Lauren who expressed absolutely no hesistation when we suggested we run out to drink vodka and take photos in the middle…
In my constant search for comfortable travel shoes, I am amazed by the number of heinously ugly options out there. If these shoes were horses, they would be shot, immediately. I once thought that I was immune to such ugliness. When searching for comfortable shoes online, there were so many options, I’d simply skip over…
San Francisco is a weird town. Sometimes, I forget this. You visit enough times, and you begin to lose site of just how bizarre a place is. And my frame of reference is pretty good: I travel enough to where the occasional jacked-up hobo in old-timey pajamas doesn’t phase me. But San Francisco is in…
While Rand was once again showing off his public speaking skills (and meting out crazy doses of charm) I decided to roam around the city a bit. The only problem? Everything in L.A. is miles from everything else, nothing is within walking distance, and I didn’t feel like driving. Los Angeles is a terribly walking…
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