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Journals, March 2003
Monday, March 31, 2003 | #
Hello Harrisburg

I went to a commitment ceremony on Saturday, which was a first for me. "This looks an awful lot like a wedding, doesn't it?" the pastor began. Indeed, it looked like a wedding between two women. I was the guest of my friend Crystal (from Tacoma) at a ceremony of two of our friends from Penn State. Our two friends are so very much in love, and have been for years, that there is no doubt they should be married. The only reason this can't be a wedding is because state law in Pennsylvania (and almost every other state) does not allow it. They had the ceremony in Harrisburg at a Metropolitan Community Church, a Christian denomination that recognizes gay unions the same as straight unions. The brides were surrounded by friends and family. One of them wore a dress, the other a tuxedo, and by the time they had finished reading their vows, half the audience had teared up. At the reception, one of the brides danced with both her parents at the same time. Everyone was happy. We need to celebrate love, especially in a time of so much violence and hate in the world. Our government says the union of these two women isn't valid. That's a real shame, but it won't stop them from being devoted to each other.

- Daryl


Saturday, March 29, 2003 | #
On the road again

Wow, this has been a crazy week (in a most delightful way [except for the war {you knew that's what I meant}]). We end it with a crazy weekend. My friend Crystal flew in from Tacoma and we're taking a road trip to Harrisburg. Two of our friends from Penn State are getting married. Well, not legally married, but only because this is Pennsylvania and not Vermont. Check back Monday for more about that; no journal Sunday.

War note: Did you see this? As war protesters blocked the streets in midtown Wednesday, someone programmed the news ticker on the Fox News building to taunt them.

- Daryl


Friday, March 28, 2003 | #
License to ill

Yuck, I have a cold. It seems a little better this morning.

This planet is a pretty incredible place. Did you read about the meteor shower that rained down on the midwest this week? How strange.

War note: Josh, the singing Marine on from "American Idol," might get sent to fight the war. What a story. At the opening of one recent episode, host Ryan Seacrest dedicated the show to the members of the military and called them "the real American Idols."

- Daryl


Thursday, March 27, 2003 | #
A clean story

Let's take a moment to step back and remind ourselves how lucky we are. Okay, moment taken.

I was in the laundromat Tuesday, trying to read a book, when I saw a camera flash from the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw a tall, gorgeous Asian woman posing in front of a row of dryers. She was wearing a pink dress with purple polka dots, made partially out of translucent plastic. Taking her picture was a guy with thick glasses in a gray windbreaker. He had a Polaroid camera. As I looked up, he took a second picture of the woman. "We got it," he announced. As quickly as they had appeared, the two of them dashed out to the parking lot, got into a Saab, and sped away. Poof!

War note: Let the record note that there is nothing — nothing! — more American than French's mustard.

- Daryl


Wednesday, March 26, 2003 | #
Who let the dolphins out?

My friends Tiffany and Ben came to visit from Baltimore Monday. We went to dinner at a nice Italian place on the Lower East Side and saw an independent film called... um... please forgive me, I simply don't remember what it was called. I had gotten so little sleep over the past three days that I was basically running on coffee at that point. Ben and Tiffany plan to explore different neighborhoods during their week here in the city. I wish I had more time to show them around Park Slope. Still, it was great to see you guys. I think you should move to New York and live happily ever after.

War note: I find it incredible that the military has enlisted dolphins in the fight against Iraq. (Live in fear, Saddam!) No Flipper sightings yet in the New York Harbor, but we have watched a couple of destroyers cruise up the Hudson River.

- Daryl


Tuesday, March 25, 2003 | #
Details, details

Two good things:

1. Blueberries. I eat a breakfast of cold cereal almost every morning before work. Recently, I've started buying fresh blueberries, which are pretty cheap. I toss a few blueberries in with my cereal each morning, and it makes my breakfast much tastier.

2. A faucet aerator. Until recently, the water ran out of my bathroom faucet in a messy dribble, spilling all over the sink. Well, I realized there is an extra piece of the sink that's supposed to prevent this problem, but which has been missing. I went to the hardware store and paid $1.99 for a little part called a faucet aerator. Problem solved.

It's nice to keep an eye open for ways to improve life in relatively small ways.

- Daryl


Monday, March 24, 2003 | #
Life is a highway

Here's a leftover bit from Sunday. I'm a road geek, so I was tickled this weekend to take my first drive on the new connector highway to State College, PA. This road runs from Interstate 80 to the Penn State campus, bypassing a section of two-lane PA-26 and shaving a good 10 or 15 minutes off my drive. I've been watching them build this highway — soon to be called I-99, but for now designated US-220 — for a couple of years. It felt liberating to drive my car on this new concrete expanse, with just a few other vehicles in sight. We zipped along the Nittany Valley, and avoided the mall, the state pen, the quarries, the railroad crossing, and all that stuff that slows you down. Now we've come to the part of the journal where I try to tie this in to some big-picture issue, such as war, or love, or food. But, truth is, I just think highways are neat.

- Daryl


Sunday, March 23, 2003 | #
"It's nice to be some place where there aren't machine guns."

We've returned from a pleasant weekend in State College. I introduced two friends of mine who had only met so far via computer (in a very small part thanks to this humble home page). I also visited with Renée, who I know enjoys getting shout-outs on this web site, and saw a bunch of other really great party people.

Saturday night, a few of us went to see "Bowling for Columbine," a recent documentary film about gun violence in America. It is thought-provoking, and ends with an unsolved mystery about how the U.S. wound up with so much more violent crime than in places like Canada or most of Europe. Parts of this movie have a spooky tone that foreshadows the fighting we're seeing right now in Iraq.

(The quote above, by the way, is fellow New Yorker Betsy talking about State College.)

- Daryl


Saturday, March 22, 2003 | #
Pudding your money where your mouth is

Talking about war and pie. During World War II, the story goes, fresh apples were in such short supply that folks baked something called "mock apple pie." That would be a pastry crust stuffed with a filling of Ritz crackers, lemon juice, cinnamon, cream of tartar, sugar and perhaps a few other ingredients, all designed to mimic the taste and texture of apples. Give how much I like apples, I dearly hope we never face that sort of crisis again. Still, what can you can use as filling if there isn't fresh fruit available? Easy: Pudding. And we can sleep soundly with the knowledge that our country is stocked with an ample pudding supply.

I'm traveling to Pennsylvania this weekend, so I'll be posting Sunday's journal a bit late.

- Daryl


Friday, March 21, 2003 | #
Country grammar

Lots of wheels are spinning this weekend, including the four on my car. I'll be in balmy State College, PA, on Saturday and Sunday. Meanwhile...

In the fog of war, one must listen for subtleties in language. With that in mind, please take out a blank sheet of paper for a pop quiz on possessive pronouns:

Which of the following is correct?

a. The U.S. is at war, and its troops are moving toward Baghdad.

b. The U.S. is at war, and her troops are moving toward Baghdad.

c. The U.S. is at war, and our troops are moving toward Baghdad.

Pencils down. If you answered (a.), you're thinking like a journalist. If you answered (b.), you're thinking like the president. If you answered (c.), you're thinking an AM radio talk show host.

- Daryl


Thursday, March 20, 2003 | #
Shock and awe?

I turned on the TV this morning and saw the spooky image of a man reporting through a gas mask. An all-clear siren sounded in the background, and before long the reporter took of his mask and revealed himself to be... Brian Williams.

The war started last night the way we expected: bombs over Baghdad. Good sound, poor video. We watched it here on TV, after it interrupted "The Bachelor: Where Are They Now?" episode. Ari came on. Then President Bush.

It's become rare to hear anyone in New York speak of the president without adding the word "fucking" in front of his name. (New York people: Am I wrong?) The National Guard and NYPD continue to patrol our subways (thanks!), and boats, planes and helicopters are guarding our harbor. On TV, they've announced the public school proceedures in case of an attack here. You can only worry so much, right?

There's another anti-war protest scheduled for 5 p.m. today at Times Square.

From yesterday... A Slate columnist wrote the following about the disgruntled farmer who drove his tractor into a pond on the D.C. mall and threatened to blow himself up: "If... Tractor Man just wanted to kill people, he'd have done better to stay in North Carolina and continue farming tobacco."

- Daryl


Wednesday, March 19, 2003 | #
Anchors away

In these uncertain times, at least we have Peter Jennings. He's not like Tom Brokaw, who anchors the top-rated NBC Nightly News, and who points out obvious government overspending with his on-screen graphic that says "The Fleecing of America." And he's not like 3rd-ranked Dan Rather at CBS, who, intentionally or otherwise, has geared his newscast explicitly for senior citizens. No, Peter speaks plainly, but doesn't pander. On his show, ABC World News Tonight, Peter is skeptical of everything, but most skeptical of the U.S. government. He senses a concern for America on a deeper level than the waste of taxpayer money, but he knows he's better off searching for explanations of the problems than getting angry over them. He's Canadian, after all. This week, instead of calling his Iraq coverage something like "America Strikes Back" or "Showdown: Iraq," Peter called it "When Diplomacy Fails." You can tell he often feels like he has the facts right, but is suspicious that somebody may be trying to get us to think this is a bigger deal than it really is.

If any network anchor has anything close to a cult following, it's Peter. My friend Kelly in Pittsburgh is a big fan, and she introduced me to his daily e-mail journal (which seems to be on hold this week, perhaps due to the war). This American Life once did a hysterical radio segment that singled out Jennings for his supposed Canadian bias. He's been accused of being a communist, a left-winger, and even anti-Jesus. Might there be a sinister side to Peter Jennings? Perhaps, but you could say his translucency makes his show that much more compelling. Mostly, he's an advocate for serious world news coverage. Given the depths to which cable news has sunk — How did Aaron Brown become CNN's lead anchor? — we should be glad to have nightly network newscasts that still take the high road.

- Daryl


Tuesday, March 18, 2003 | #
"This is the last stop on this train."

New York people: The next time you're near a radio between the hours of 6 and 8 p.m. on a weekday, tune to 1130 AM. I want you to listen for the voice of a business newscaster named Charlie Pellett. His voice sounds familiar, yes? Can't quite place it? Listen harder. Still not sure? Try this: "This is a Bronx-bound six train. Stand clear of the closing doors, please." Yup, that's the guy. A few years ago, when the MTA needed voices for its new automated train announcements, Bloomberg Radio offered its employees' voices as a public service. (This was before Mike was the mayor.) Pellet says it was "the most unbelievably cool broadcasting opportunity in the world." (See this New York Press story.) And, yes, Pellet rides the trains and hears his voice every day. I'm sorry, I have no idea who does the female voice.

We're about to go to war, right on schedule. I'll be writing more about that in coming days. For now, be aware there is an "emergency protest" scheduled for 5 tonight at Union Square, organized by United For Peace and Justice.

- Daryl


Sunday, March 16, 2003 | #
The recap, clean version

Left to my own devices, I might spend my weekend evenings indoors, listening to oldies and making pie crust. Happily, I have friends like Jess and Christina who threw a memorable (in a good way) sangria party last night at their apartment in Brooklyn. Happy birthday Christina! Normally I don't write party recaps in this space, but nearly everyone present last night has a blog, so if I don't write about it first, they will.

I met a guy who told me he was visiting from Paris. He said he's recently started to introduce himself as Swiss when people ask where he's from. "Don't worry, we still like the French here, unlike some other parts of the country," I said. "I have just returned from Junior's, our big diner here in Brooklyn, and I can report with confidence that French fries are still on the menu." In the spirit of international friendship, we took a shot of vodka together. Like any good party, there was much drama afoot, so much that it reminded me of the parties we used to throw at Penn State. My friend Sarah from church, also friends with Jessica, was there, too. I think at one point we were accused of being boring Lutherans. Guilty as charged, though I think I'm getting better at being less boring. Still, I say the real Elvis is Elvis Presley, not Elvis Costello.

Tomorrow: More about Junior's.

- Daryl


Saturday, March 15, 2003 | #
(Inspired by) a true story

Rent is cheap in Harrisburg. Three summers ago, I lived on Front Street along the Susquehanna, next to Tom Ridge. I drove or biked past the governor's home every morning on my way to the capitol, and strolled past his place on my evening walk. I'd see him when he'd go outside to water the lawn, change the oil in the car, or carry his trash cans to the curb. "Good day, Guv'ner!" I'd say. "A fine day 'tis, good sir!" he'd reply, often with a tip of his hat. Once, he was gracious enough to answer my knock on his door when I was baking cookies and needed to borrow an egg. Another time, I let the governor use my air compressor to inflate the tires on his ten-speed. On one particularly smoggy day, I passed him on the sidewalk on my way to the bank. "Hot as the dickens!" the governor said. "Code Red day," I replied jovially. The governor's eyes lit up. "Code Red. I do like the sound of that. I'm going to write that one down." I didn't think much of it at the time. These days, we see Tom Ridge on the television, speaking from Washington about how he's keeping our country safe. I think he's trying his best. But every now and then, I notice a drift in his eye, or a slight catch in his voice.

He misses Pennsylvania.

- Daryl


Friday, March 14, 2003 | #
Music makes the people come together

There are two new big-name anti-war songs available for free on the Internet. John Mellencamp strums a folksy tune called "To Washington," and Brooklyn's own Beastie Boys bust out their tag-team rapping on "In A World Gone Mad." Sadly, neither is a terribly inspired song, and both feel kind of like publicity stunts (not unlike our man Darryl Worley). Madonna's reaction song is due out March 24, but there's a preview on her web site right now. Her song is called "American Life," and it sounds like it may be a Cool Song. The history of rock-and-roll tells us that bad times tend to bring good music. Could this war spawn a new library of reaction songs, or maybe even something as enduring as John Lennon's "Imagine"? That will depend on how bad times get. (Credit to Japhy for pointing out the Beastie Boys song.)

Following up yesterday's journal about the Pontiac Trans-Am... Jeff from Pittsburgh (who actually used to live in Mister Roger's neighborhood) e-mailed to suggest the Pontiac Aztek will be the car we laugh about in 2023. I agree completely. This minivan/SUV is the ugliest vehicle on the road, a total embarassment. Score negative two for Pontiac.

From "Survivor" last night, here's the Eagle Scout Dave Johnson quote-of-the-week: "Jenna was great to sleep next to. She doesn't kick."

- Daryl


Thursday, March 13, 2003 | #
Shifting gears

"It was 1980-somethin'. In the world that I grew up in. Skating rinks and black Trans-Ams. Big hair and parachute pants."
- from "19 Somethin'" by Mark Wills

"She likes 'em with a mustache. Race track season pass. Driving in her Trans-Am. Does a mullet make a man?"
- from "Girl All The Bad Guys Want" by Bowling for Soup

Can someone please explain how the Pontiac Trans-Am became a punch line? The Trans-Am was the suped-up version of the now-discontinued Firebird, a hulking American muscle car. Think of Kitt, David Hasselhoff's ride in "Night Rider." Brilliant. So here's my question for you: In 2023, which car or truck will we be making fun of? Let me know if you have any ideas.

- Daryl


Wednesday, March 12, 2003 | #
A bowl of freedom onion soup, please

A week ago, I guessed that country singer Darryl Worley would accuse his detractors of censorship when they criticized his pro-war "Have You Forgotten?" song. Well, I was close. On Monday, he took his Worley gig to the Fox News Channel. Asked why some radio people won't play his song, Worley declared: "It's communism." (Transcript.) To his credit, Worley is promoting his tune as a tribute to soldiers. I still say the song is wrong. I'd like to point out (especially for those of you who got here by Googling "Daryl Worley") that it's still possible to be both pro-soldier and pro-peace.

Jessica recently pointed out that I omitted another famous Daryl from my list: Darrell Hammond, the Saturday Night Live comedian. Thanks, Jess.

Two new terms for your Gulf War II lexicon: "Freedom Fries" and the "Mother Of All Bombs".

Lastly, here are the answers from yesterday's journal: 1. Colorado tourism. 2. Cessna Pilot Center flight school. 3. Silk Organic Soymilk.

- Daryl


Tuesday, March 11, 2003 | #
Let's play Outside

One of my favorite magazines is Outside. Like any successful magazine, it's jam-packed with attention-getting advertising. And with a readership of nerdy hiker types, this magazine has some witty ads. Today, here is a game. I'm going to list three slogans that appear in the current issue of Outside. Your task is to guess which products they are advertising. Answers tomorrow.

1. If your mother were here, you'd be so grounded.

2. Isn't it time you saw a specialist about that faraway look in your eyes?

3. If you don't try it, fear wins.

- Daryl


Monday, March 10, 2003 | #
A good clip

Owl Clip Behold the owl clip. If your office is like my office, you're probably most familiar with the venerable "gem"-style paper clip. But once in a while, one of these creatures will come across my desk. Is the owl clip better than a standard paper clip? Does it grip the paper better? No one can be sure. Apparently, owl clips don't get tangled together as easily as gem clips. I did a search for paper clips and was surprised to see how many different variations there have been of these fascinating fasteners. I like the owl clip, and I managed to obtain a handful of them for my desk drawer. Your choice of paper fastener sends a message. A standard paper clip says, "I care about keeping these papers together, but not so much that I want to staple them." But an owl clip says, "Hoo! Hoo!"

- Daryl


Tax form picture
Sunday, March 9, 2003 | #
Local government X-treme

"I don't know how Pennsylvania survives." That's what the guy at H.R. Block said as he was trying to do my taxes. Federal, state, no problem. But then he got to my local taxes from Carlisle, where I lived for 8 months of 2002. The Carlisle form showed up in my mailbox earlier this year, forwarded, folded, and slightly mutilated. It's a messy tractor-feed computer printout with two greasy pieces of carbon paper sandwiched in it. Since the tax rate went up part-way through 2002, the form is divided in two, so you can run numbers from both before and after the rate change. At the bottom of the form, I swear to God, there's a little happy face and a little frown face to indicate whether you owe money or get a refund. (See picture above.) There are only about 15,000 people in the borough of Carlisle, yet it sets its own tax rate and levies its own taxes independently of the other twenty-some municipalities in the county. Each municipality contracts a tax collection bureau to send out these confusing, chintzy forms which people are expected to take seriously. It is not the fault of the local government officials. I've seen them struggle mightily to understand a confusing tax structure that has accumulated up over time, like dust in the attic, because nobody wants to take charge and clean it up. Okay, so I'm complaining about taxes. Time to move on.

- Daryl


Later Saturday, March 8, 2003 | #
Live from New York...

This update has been filed wirelessly from Bryant Park in mid-town Manhattan. Why? Because I can. The weather is nice, so I carried my laptop out here to test out the AirPort card I got for Christmas. It works.

- Daryl


Saturday, March 8, 2003 | #
Life's not fare

Everyone in the city is mad that subway and bus fares are going up from $1.50 to $2 a ride in May. (Thirty-day cards are going from $63 to $70.) It sounds like a real shame, but I happen to know that Washington Metro riders (no one there calls them "straphangers") pay as much as $3.25 a ride. I don't want my fare to go up, but I realize we've got it pretty good, especially considering how superior our Subway is to their Metro. I say this even considering that on both Thursday and Friday, a train that was supposed to take me home failed to get me there. Let's talk about Thursday. The F, already running slow, got held up at Smith and 9th because of a signal problem, followed by that cursed G train stalled in the station ahead of my train due to an "emergency". "It's gone from bad to worse," the F conductor announced. Luckily, the B75 bus stops at that station every 15 minutes or so. As I waited for the bus outside the station, I was also able to offer helpful advice to other Park Slope-bound commuters who don't know their bus routes. Score one for the transit geek. But score none for the guy (me) who said he'd give up the bus for Lent. "Why ride when it's so much healthier to walk?" I asked myself. Well, because sometimes it's just too far.

- Daryl


Friday, March 7, 2003 | #
Insert Bush pun here

It's a strange time, isn't it? And it would be awfully easy to make some joke about our president preempting "Survivor" last night to do a pre-war press conference. My friend Jessica came over to watch Survivor at 8, but we had to sit through an hour of talking points first. We wanted to cheer for Dave Johnson, but ended up cheering Terry Moran. And we wanted to mock Heidi for saying self-aggrandizing comments about how hot she looks, but instead corrected the president for his pronunciation of new-CUE-lar. Strangely, throughout the press conference, the lighting and camera angles made it look like Bush was standing in front of a picture of a White House hallway. Why would they use such a backdrop, we wondered? It bothered us through the whole broadcast, until the end, when the president turned and walked into it, and we discovered it was actually a real hallway.

- Daryl


Thursday, March 6, 2003 | #
Waitin' on a sunny day

The temperature reached 50 yesterday, and we poked our heads out the ninth floor window in mid-afternoon just to get a breezy whiff of the mild air. It's been too cold too long. But imagine how good that first balmy day of the year will feel when it finally arrives. We've been cocooned in our thick coats for months, wearing mittens that hide our hands, mufflers that choke our necks and fuzzy things that muffle our ears. We have not been able to bask and photosynthesize. Soon, though, that one warm day will hit us, when we remember what it was like to feel good about being outside. Flowers will poke up. Trees will bud. The sun will stay in the sky longer. Free from our ice prisons, we'll walk slower, sip cold drinks outside, and lounge in the park looking beautiful. As appealing as life is in Florida or southern California or any tropical place, here we get to savor extreme seasons. We appreciate the warm weather so much because it isn't just handed to us. We've had to earn it.

- Daryl


Wednesday, March 5, 2003 | #
Another second-tier Daryl

Last week I listed some famous Daryls, but I omitted a name: Country music star Darryl Worley. This guy has had a couple of ho-hum hits, but he just released a new song that's starting to get big radio play. The song, which must have been rushed, is called "Have you forgotten?" It begins with these lyrics:

I hear people saying we don't need this war.
I say there's some things worth fighting for.
What about our freedom and this piece of ground?
We didn't get to keep 'em by backing down.

It goes on from there, asking if we've forgotten about the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks. I appreciate that this song speaks the feelings of your typical country music fan. Of course this song is also designed to ruffle feathers. If people argue with the logic in this song (Sept. 11 -> Iraq?), Darryl will suddenly become a victim of the establishment trying to silence him, and thus hero among country music listeners. (Remember when Peter Jennings dissed "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" and Toby Kieth claimed he'd been censored?) My thoughts on why this song is wrong: This war isn't fighting off an invasion. It doesn't even seem to have very much to do with terrorism. It's just an effort to clean up a mess that's been annoying us for some time. Sadly, doing so means putting some of my dear friends in great peril. That's what a war does. In this case, I don't think it's worth it. And loose that extra R, pal.

Answer to yesterday's music question: Great White, Limp Bizkit, and Pearl Jam (among other bands) have all had fans killed during concerts.

- Daryl


Tuesday, March 4, 2003 | #
Odds and ends, various

Two follow-ups from Sunday's journal: First, Don points out that NYC, LA and DC are not acronyms, as I called them. Acronyms are words. So NASA is an acronym, while NSA is not. Soho yes, NYC no. My apologies for this snafu. Second, I talked to someone who is actually from Salt Lake City. Do they really call it SLC? Yes, he says. But it's not used in conversation the way "L.A." and "D.C." are. So you might use "SLC" or "NYC" while writing a friendly e-mail, but you wouldn't say "Hey, I'm from S-L-C," just as you wouldn't say "Let's go to N-Y-C this weekend." That clears that up.

I enjoyed this column about television in the San Francisco Chronicle.

Yesterday was 03-03-03, which meant radio stations had fun playing trios of songs that had something in common. The rock station in New York played Great White, Limp Bizkit, and Pearl Jam in a row. What do these three bands have in common? (I'll post the answer here tomorrow.)

- Daryl


Monday, March 3, 2003 | #
Where they are now

I had a busy trip to Maryland, following different threads of my life which spin themselves together in so many ways that I can be hard-pressed to unravel them all in a single weekend. Whenever I leave Maryland for a while, there are always some surprising new tangles waiting when I return.

You aren't interested in most of these stories, but here's one anyway. I met up with my friend Alex (and what seemed like almost the entire production staff of a DC-area TV station) late Saturday at a club in northwest where a band called Washington Social Club was playing. I set my coat down on a chair, and later I noticed someone going to pick up a different coat from the same chair. I realized it was Angela, a friend from Pennsylvania, now living in D.C., who I haven't seen in some time. That rare and fantastic moment: A chance encounter in a strange bar in some other city. "Aren't you supposed to be in New York?" she asked. Angela is hanging out with some musicians, and they're trying to start a band of their own. (Rock-n-roll, Angela!) I never expected to stay in touch with many of my friends from college, much less from high school and middle school. I'm glad I did.

- Daryl


Sunday, March 2, 2003 | #
Abbreviated in the U.S.A.

This weekend, I was pondering my good fortune of having easy access to two of America's great acronym cities: N.Y.C. and D.C. (The third, L.A., remains on my list of places to visit.) Down around the district Saturday night, I mentioned this to Doug, a friend of great wisdom. I asked him, Are there any other great American cities with commonly used acronyms? Doug was able to produce only one: S.L.C. As in, Salt Lake City, Utah. Powerhouse. Please let me know if you think of any others.

Now that I'm back in Brooklyn, I've got some e-mail to get to, and I've got to figure out what I'm going to write for Monday's journal. It will be something about Washington. Stick around.

- Daryl


Saturday, March 1, 2003 | #
Gathering moss

I haven't left New York since December. And while I can't say for sure, I think it's been several years since the last time I spent two whole months in the same spot. In PA, I made a habit of going on road trips whenever possible, mostly because I didn't have much else to do. Here, the opposite is true. There is so much to do in New York that I can't possibly do all I want to. I am prying myself free today and tomorrow to visit my family in Maryland. I hope my little car still knows how to drive on the highway. Actually, she'll probably be grateful for a break from the abusive driving I normally do in Brooklyn, dodging livery cabs and weaving through skinny side streets, trying to beat the stoplights.

Note: Since I'm traveling, Sunday's update will be posted late.

- Daryl


More journals:Most recent
Feb 03 . Jan 03 . Dec 02 . Nov 02 . Oct 02 . Sep 02 . Aug 02 . Jul 02 . Jun 02 . Apr - May 02 . Jan - Mar 02 . Jul - Dec 01


Pictures
Strawberry Fields Imagine photo

The Imagine mosaic at Stawberry Fields, Central Park. - Photographed 03.15.03, posted 03.15.03


Washington Square photo

Pigeons in Washington Square park. - Photographed 03.08.03, posted 03.08.03




























Cool songs
  • "War" - Edwin Starr 03.21.03
  • "Life During Wartime" - Talking Heads 03.20.03
  • "99 Luftballoons" - Nena 03.19.03
  • "Running" - No Doubt 03.11.03
  • "That'd Be Alright" - Alan Jackson 03.06.03
  • "Modern Nature" - Sondre Lerche 03.01.03