T-minus 2 hours until DS arrivesat my place & Spring Break can finally begin!
Until then, I’m going to a whisky tasting with colleagues. Whee!
In which you can stack the Encyclopedia Brittanica on my ass-shelf.
Man, when you go to college, they warn you about the Freshman Fifteen. No one tells you about the (Research) Fellowship Fifteen.
I’d like to think that it’s just the camera angle or the pattern of my dress making me look like this. But no, alas, I am fat. Again.
How can I run 8 miles in less than 1:20 and still look like this?
Sigh. At least my backpack will have a sturdy place to rest during the trip.
It’s hackneyed to say it over ever Big Picture post, but here I go: “I want to go to there.”
My backpacking/camping gear for this week’s trip to the Grand Canyon with DS.
Believe it or not, all that stuff plus the tent poles and my cooking cup will fit in the 34L Deuter backpact at center left. OK, clothes & boots will be on my body, but the rest of the stuff will get crammed into myriad compression sacks.
| Simko: | Sometimes it gets overwhelming - the sites, the blogs, the RSS feeds, etc. |
| Cajun: | I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I occasionally give consideration to just burning down my online house altogether |
When Pica says it’s Hall & Oates Saturday, Pica don’t mess around!
Les Go - I Can’t Go for That (No Can Do)
From Putumayo Presents Cover the World
