Once again, these pictures suffer a bit from being printed and re-scanned (gotta work out an arrangement to get the source files home from school)… not to mention my poor Photoshop skills.
Still, we think they’re pretty cool.
Beth’s caption reads:
Sunshine
It shines beautifully through the tree
It’s really peaceful for you and me
Beth’s caption reads:
The tree…
I wonder if Charlie is feeling a little heat…
The gov’s words, via St Pete Times:
“Only when we are able to do so far enough from Florida’s coast, safe enough for our people, and clean enough for our beaches, should we even consider increasing our oil supply by drilling off Florida’s shore. Let me repeat: far enough, safe enough and clean enough.”
But allow me…
Sorry for the swearing…
For the moment, let’s set aside the merits of offshore drilling. It seems to me like some “conservatives” (note the strategic use of my buddy, the quotation mark) bat around the words “offshore drilling” like it’s an act of patriotism; a shared sacrifice for a greater good. I think it’s code for building a bunch of oil…
I can’t bring myself to read No Country For Old Men. I’ve tried picking it up three times now, but I can’t get through a handful of pages. It looks like a good book, and it comes highly recommended by a friend, but I just can’t do it. Maybe later, after a transitional book, but not now.
I bought a few books before my Tallahassee trip, and No Country was the last one left.
It was day three of meetings: the last day, and we were in review mode. Everyone’s brains were fried. Everyone wanted to go home, put their head under a pillow, and let their mind descend into blissful oblivion. I use the term “home” loosely. A hotel room is substituting for my home tonight. Though now that I type it, being away from home is probably a blessing. I can enjoy my…
McClatchy:
Describing his position as evolving, Florida Gov. Charlie Crist said he now supports exploratory drilling for oil and gas off Florida’s coast because “Floridians are suffering…”
The National Petroleum Council estimates the eastern Gulf might hold 36.7 trillion cubic feet of natural gas and 5.2 billion barrels of oil. Others doubt those numbers but say there is…
The afternoon session wasn’t too bad. I even had something coherent to say. We got off early, so I returned to the hotel with some ideas in mind. I figured I’d walk down the road and check out some of the dinner prospects. It was hovering around 97F late this afternoon (if the bank across the street is to be trusted), but I was feeling guilty about not having my bike along for the trip…
So far, the first morning of meetings has gone by without incident. I’ve managed to stay quiet, anonymous in my corner, avoiding the ill-informed comment that brings the rains scorn upon my head.
It could change this afternoon though. After a four hour false start, we get to the area of my (relative) expertise.
This post really starts twelve years ago. That was when the first computer was…
I haven’t been away from home twelve hours yet, and already I wish I was home. If I was at home I’d know exactly what to do about my little case of nausea. I’ve got a cabinet full of stuff left over from my cancer-boy days that would do the trick nicely. Instead I’m in a hotel room, 240 miles from the comfort of home… and my leftover supply of compazine.
The knowledge…