It’s a traveling sort of week.

On Saturday, I flew up to Pittsburgh to meet Mark. I usually drive, but the weather was iffy, and I found a really cheap flight. All went well until the second half of my trip home on Tuesday. That was the part where my plane left LaGuardia but came back a half hour later due to mechanical issues. I got home very late after spending way too long in Queens. Which sucked because I needed those few hours to get ready for this morning’s trip.

Plus it snowed. In Pittsburgh. And in North Carolina. I’m tired of snow.

But now I’m in Pinehurst for the SNCA meeting. Which is nice, except for the fact that (a) it’s in Pinehurst and (b) I’m half asleep from last night’s sleep deficit. At least there’s a Smithfield’s here, though. And the trip’s a work freebie.

But I kind of miss home. I only got to spend about nine hours there between trips, and I was asleep for a lot (but not nearly enough) of those hours.

I don’t think I’ll go anywhere this weekend.

In case you’re interested, I’ve finally added a Pittsburgh photo gallery alongside the ones for my other assorted hometowns and the other photo galleries.

I was even a geek in junior high.

The fact that the City of Greensboro has so far paid an alleged marketing firm about three thousand bucks for this piece of crap is, strangely, not a surprise to me given what I’ve seen of the city’s other negotiations with web design firms. But good god. I could have come up with something better than that in about forty-five minutes. And I most certainly wouldn’t have had the audacity to charge three grand for it.

Actually, this is just another of those occasional “yes, I’m still alive” updates. It’s not really that I have nothing on my mind or nothing to say. It’s just that right now I either (a) shouldn’t talk about it right now, or (b) have chosen to do a bit of self-editing lately. As to the latter, it’s really too bad. I’ve written some passably good introspective, self-analytical stuff, but it’s a bit too personal. The former is more about professional issues, which have been sort of at the forefront lately. That will be rectified soon, hopefully with a happy announcement or two that will come wrapped either in blue and gold or in light blue and white. Or maybe both…

Until then, I’ll state for the record (and back it up with the photo below) that you really can fix pretty much anything with duct tape, just like your Uncle Bubba said. It just requires finding the right color.

Pink Floyd
Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2 (1980)

The number one song in America thirty years ago this week. Anyone else feel old?