Well, it seems that the building near the building where I work caught on fire a little bit. See news here.
As I leave work everyday in the most capable hands of a great A/V technician (pssst . . . he blogs on occasion here) I tell him, “If the place blows up call me, okay? I have a bag of marshmallows in the trunk of my car. We’ll roast some ‘mallows over the ashes of our building.” Apparently, he didn’t take me seriously because I had to call his cell phone to make sure he was okay and not making s’mores without me.
So, either Fleming’s or P.F. Chang’s is the new hot spot. But, you Nashville folks should avoid it this weekend.
Speaking of hot . . . it was 101°F on my front porch. My front porch that is covered and on the north side of my house. Ugh.
The word of the day from urbandictionary.com today is:
Urban Dictionary: iPerbole
The hype surrounding any product Apple unveils.
Claims that the iPhone will change the world are all part of the iPerbole surrounding the cultish company.
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Arrest is first under homeless-feeding law – Orlando Sentinel : Orange County News
A long-simmering dispute between homeless advocates and Orlando officials intensified Wednesday with the arrest of an activist feeding transients in Lake Eola Park downtown.
Eric Montanez, 21, is the first to be arrested under the city’s
controversial ordinance that bars feeding large groups of people in downtown parks without a special permit. The rule was approved last summer after residents and businesses in
Orlando’s gentrifying downtown complained that parks were being used as soup kitchens.
The arrest enraged volunteers, who said it was proof that the city
cares little for its neediest residents.
“Police are arresting people for feeding the homeless,” local ACLU President George Crossley said. “This has been a truly disgusting day.”
I am just speechless. I can’t think of a thing to write in response to this sillyness. Ugh.
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I know I should be working or at least writing about the topics in my last post but I found this little thing so I thought I’d share.
Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to Joel.
Which movie was this quote from?
I’m sitting here in the fine home of our dear friends, currently stealing someone’s wi-fi (thanks whoever you are!) and enjoying the scenery here in Black Mountain, NC. I have certainly missed this quaint town on the verge of being surrounded by gated communities spoiling the ridge tops of these Blue Ridge Mountains. I’m not really sure if it’s B.M. or just the area because we really enjoy Asheville too. Whenever the Elder Extroverted Holy One graduates I’d really like to be back here.
It’s not that we don’t like Nashville. We really do enjoy being there. I think it’s the community feeling that we miss the most. As we pulled into the Ingles parking lot to pick up some wine* for our host family the EEHO saw and greeted three or four people she knew. I only see one person that I know when I go into the Inglewood Kroger every couple of weeks and that doesn’t guarantee they’ll speak to me (or me to them . . . what can I say? I AM an introvert!).
Just driving from one place to another in this place we have seen people that we know going about their business. It’s comforting to experience that kind of thing. In East Nashville it’s more like, “Hey! There goes that kid who broke into my car last week!” Definitely not the warm and fuzzy feeling that one gets from a small, mountain community.
I guess the one thing that’s going for Music City is that we wouldn’t have to pack and move again. Plus, the hockey team. Oh and the museums and concert venues. Add to that the fact that I have a job that is year round. Oh well, maybe we’ll stay. I swear to you out there in the blogospherical universe I will have seasons tickets to Predators hockey if we stay!
*It is SOOOOO nice to be able to buy wine at the grocery store and not some nasty liquor store.
On Groundhog day we had a little more snow. Not enough to sled on but enough to play in!
And then today we received another of what I’ll call a heavy dusting.
So . . . this new rigging gig.
Um . . . yeah.
My rigging supervisor takes off for a pilgrimage to Haifa and I’m stuck here doing his job. Ordering labor, messing around with CAD drawings, dealing with rigging advances and the questions. Oh gosh, the questions! I’ve only learned a small amount of rigging knowledge and I am barraged by questions! Ugh.
All this stuff for one guy (me) plus, the Pam Tillis show coming out and cheerleaders with New Years Eve celebrations moving in. You might as well count me out for the Christmas season. I’ll just go ahead and go shopping for gifts after the mad holiday rush. Maybe I can get deals on returned stuff!