Monday, July 31, 2006

Across the country in 10 days

Got home from Washington after a long and full red-eye flight home. The quality of sleep that I got on that flight ensured that I was to be wiped out for the whole next day.
It was so very exciting to see a friend get married. I don't think that there is anything else quite like it. It as also a horrifying prospect that someone only a few years older than me is being married off. Heck, that could be me. I predict that the trend of my peers getting married off will carry on for a few, maybe five or ten, years, and then my peers will start dying.

Washington was a cool state. Literally and figuratively. The temperatures lying around 65-70 degrees, it made for quite a shock coming from New England. Humidity hovered around 20% for an added bonus. We also caught a break with the weather, with the first few days being blue skys without a cloud to hinder them. The rest of the week proceeded without a hint of rain. Everybody told us not to take the weather as a sample of the whole year's weather, but that is what I saw and I don't want to see Washington any other way. Saw Mt.Rainier and stared at it. It is hard to miss. It stands about 12k feet high and you can see it from pretty much every corner of the state. It is a genuine bonafide snow-capped pointy mountain. Not like these land-pimples that we have around here.
Washington and Seattle possessed a certain atmosphere about it that is not found in Boston or New York or New England in general. A calm cool driving environment prevailed on the streets. Nowhere was a car horn to be found. People generally adhered to the speed limits. In the city, people seemed to be eager to let you cut in front of them when you realize that you are in the wrong lane. The only fingers that I saw were the ones tightly wrapped in a group around the steering wheel. The only birds to be flipped were the biological ones. Unlike southern drivers, these western drivers don't have a "slow" about them, but rather, have a "whatever, dude" about them. This makes for a swift and relaxing ride.
How I envy their driving. At the same time, I feel sorry for them...

Washington State is also the home of the famed and renowned Archie McPhee store. Having been remained of that fact by Heidi, we demanded a visit. What divine luck it was that we were there on the day that they decided to have a parking lot sale. Fill a giant bag full of merchandise in the lot for $3.50. Two bags for $5. The trunk of your car for $15. I could feel a tear welling up in my eye, for long have I dreamed of visiting this store, let alone be a part of a massive lot sale. It was here that I got my Bach Action Figure. I am not sure if I want to take him out of the box or not. He has a certain allure both ways. In any case, I think that I will print out the provided online instructions on how to fold out of paper a clavichord for my Bach Action Figure.

JC, Me and Mark, each of whom are cool people. (Note the farmers tan)

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Hurray for Washington, Hurray!! Bill Gates Country, Hurray! Home of thousands of unique brands of soda, Hurray! Land of coffee shops, home of the Archie McPhee store, Hurray! Chilling out for Heidi's wedding, Hurray!







Hurray!



Be back in, what, five days? Hurray!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Lesson on life #4927

And that, boys and girls, is the reason why you don't use a soldering iron in front of the mouse, go downstairs to eat dinner, and go straight to use the computer without looking around.

ouch.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

'drew has finally stepped into the digital age. After spending hours in a dark garage all alone, and raking leaves all day long, and saving all his money, he decided that it would be worth it to spend some of that money on himself for once. He is now the proud owner of a Sansa e250 mp3 player (that also plays videos and pictures and records voice and FM radio). And I got it all for even cheaper than what you can begin to think about getting an Ipod for. People often talk about (old person voice) "the value of a dollar". They say to me, "What are you doing this summer? Oh, your working!?" (like I haven't been for the past two-three years), "That's good. It'll teach you to save money".
I have a firm grasp on the value of the dollar, thank you very much. That Sansa cost me sixteen hours of taxed labour. Sixteen hours of scrubbing beer stains out of the floor, of wiping melted candy off of just about everything, of weeding gardens, of transplanting trees across the yard and then moving them back to where they were the next day, of displacing twenty cubic feet of sand and dirt from the ground, of breathing paint fumes in ill ventilated areas, of assembling chinese made furniture.

I know precisely how much I paid for my new toy, and I am going to enjoy every last bit of it until it drops dead and bursts into flames.