A tshirt to die for...

... or eat brains while wearing. Too bad I think they got shut down by Slubway, uh...umm, I mean Subway Mr. Jared sir.

Headlines

I love it when in an effort to shorten a headline it takes on a new meaning, such as the one here. If you couldn't see it was from Istanbul it would have a much more comical meaning.

Breakfast and graffiti

I had breakfast with a friend this morning and then went to check out some of the graffiti in the Old City. I love the stencil type, not that the huge murals aren't amazing pieces of art, but somehow I identify with the stencils more. Maybe it's just that stencils might be within my limited artistic grasp. Here are a few of the stand outs from this very limited excursion, I hope to find more soon. The rest of this mornings catch are on my flickr page, just click on the badge to the right.

A little more LA

I went thru the pictures from LA and uploaded a couiple more, I'll try to keep placing any interesting ones I find as I go through them more.

...and one more thing...

I also find the fact that my roommate has a catalog of beekeeping supplies disturbing. I guess I'll have to start my collection of dental tools and latex gloves up again.

In someone else's house.

I just finished house sitting for friends who were traveling, and I had forgotten how odd it can feel to be in someone else's house. I travel a fair bit and I'm comfortable staying in hotels, so when my friends asked I thought "Cool a mini vacation!".

No such luck.

It was fine and I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but it is unsettling in some very odd ways. I don't want to seem crazy but the sounds a house makes at night, from the HVAC unit to pets are all sounds you should know, but sound so alien in a house that's not yours. I traveled a good for work in the past few years so I have a lot of experience sleeping in places, mainly hotels. I always find myself pretty comfortable in hotels. In a hotel it's just the crazy guests down the hall who got drunk and are banging on your door, or the ice machine in the hall, I can't explain why but these things I find easy to dismiss, but not that loud bang I just heard from upstairs it could be anything! (I'm not actually there right now) Was it the cat knocking something off the counter in the kitchen? or was it someone forcing the back door open? Or was it just the air kicking on?

I find it odd where we develop our comfort zones, in crowds, all alone, at home or on the road with no reasonable rhyme or reason. (and home owning friends whose names I won't mention I had a great time)

Wow that was a ramble.

Missing you...

Yesterday people were stocking up on the snow day essentials, milk, bread, and toilet paper. Alas all their buying was for naught as no real snow came. I guess that means a lot of milk drinking toast, and ... well you know what in some homes tonight.

I'm house sitting for friends this weekend, and boy are they missed. Both the cat and the dog are looking for them. Nothing too serious though. We've been having a good time tonight, so sleep well if you're reading this post, Easton says hello.