It’s the last day of November, in case you hadn’t noticed, and that means all November writing projects are pretty much at their end. In my case, that signals the end of my 30-songs-in-30-days “NaSoWriMo” challenge, which I have once
The crime level WAS nice and low…
S-townMike over at Enclave reports on a lock-down that occurred last night during the Salemtown neighborhood meeting (and then updates the story to clarify that the robbery actually took place on the edge of Germantown). John H & Lynn mentioned
Holiday lights are up!
Holiday lights already up in Germantown, 11/29/06, originally uploaded by Kate O’. Karsten got our lights up, and I think they look great, especially with the new windows. We saw John H & Lynn headed for home while we were
Hitching my liver to the wagon
I haven’t mentioned it here, but I stopped drinking any alcohol for the month of November. I overdid it really badly on our company offsite retreat in Alabama, and I couldn’t stand the smell, sight, or thought of alcohol for
Vegetarianism and veganism, somewhat explained and somewhat defended
Some controversy has been caused in the local blogosphere (historians, take note! I believe that was my first use of that word in this space) by the public declaration of veganism by Brittney Gilbert, who writes for Nashville Is Talking.
Gingko Tree, Autumn
Gingko Tree, Autumn, originally uploaded by historicgermantown. Isn’t this gorgeous? It’s a block and a half from our house, but I somehow didn’t catch it when it was in peak color like this. Photography is a wonderful thing.
Ka-yooot!
Okapi, okapi, okapi! How I love thee, okapi. Just look at this bay-bee okapi, born at the Brookfield Zoo in the west suburbs of Chicago: Adorable!
Major micro-management
Good observation from John Oates: [Hall & Oates] had been in the traditional music business for over 25 years and in the mid-90s it had changed so drastically that it really didn’t have much to do with us and what
It’s so bad, it’s funny
Karsten always says I’m at my funniest when times are bad. Or, put another way, when I’m really cracking him up, he knows I’m really feeling down. I knew I wasn’t the only one: A Hurricane Katrina evacuee walks up
Dead mice and droppings and old shoes, oh my!
This is all good and well, but I don’t want to think about what qualifies as “aromatherapy” for most dogs and cats. Eww. powered by performancing firefox