Because just one vacation is never enough, we visited Louisiana last week. We brought the dog, so this trip was a road trip, which turned out to be more of an adventure than anticipated. We lost not one, but two tires along the way. According to one mechanic, this is a known failing of our type of tire…one that boils down to: the tires are fine, as long as you don’t try to drive on them. On the plus side, if we hadn’t lost tire #1 somewhere around Chattanooga, we never would have witnessed the fascinating billboard offering (word for word) Meat + 2 Tea $7.25. How can I go wrong?
Exploding tires aside, we made it to New Orleans, our first stop before visiting family elsewhere in the state. One of the main reasons for visiting New Orleans was seeing a Saints game in the Superdome. I’m not a particularly big football fan, but I’m now of the opinion that even non-football fans should try to see a Saints game in the Dome at least once. First, the people watching. No other team shows their support quite like the Who Dat Nation. Among other costumes, there were nuns, gladiators, Dat Girl, the Mad Datter, a pope or two, and my personal favorite, Saints Boba Fett.
Given that it was a reasonably warm day, that person showed true dedication to their team, and I salute them.
We recently got back from a trip to the Caribbean, so this is a post for catching up and saying thank you. The trip was a family cruise with my dad, stepmom, stepsister, and stepsister’s boyfriend, so the first thank you goes to Dad and Valerie for bring us along – thank you guys very much! Though there were less pirates than advertised, and certainly none that looked like Johnny Depp, the Caribbean did contain goats, stingrays, sea urchins, towels shaped like bats, cigars, hats, waves, and vast quantities of food and alcohol, not necessarily in that order. As far as I can tell, the rum is never gone; no matter how much we drank, there always seemed to be more.
I also received two pieces of writing-related news while I was away, which I’m very happy about. Thing the first: my short story, The Trans-Siberian, will be appearing in the upcoming anthology In an Iron Cage: The Magic of Steampunk. Thank you, brni, for passing along the opportunity, and for giving me feedback through multiple revisions. Thing the second: my short story, The Children of Main Street, will appear in the next issue of Clarkesworld!(!!!) Thank you, Jeff, and everyone in Group 3 at the Anticipation Workshop for helping me make this story better. You guys rock! I believe the lesson here is I should leave town more often. Luckily, I plan to do just that at the end of this week.
And now, a random selection of Caribbean-related images below the cut. None of them contain pirates.
A review of Sybil’s Garage No. 7 from SFRevu.
Captured: America in Color from 1939-1943, a set of gorgeous photos reproduced from color slides. It’s like stepping into a combination of Carnivale, Grapes of Wrath, and American propaganda posters – really wonderful stuff!
To make up for the fact I had to work over the long weekend, I went book shopping. It’s like comfort eating, but slightly healthier…maybe. The results: Patient Zero by Jonathan Mayberry, House of Mystery: The Beauty of Decay, by various authors, and Sympathy for the Devil, by various authors, edited by Tim Pratt.
Finally: Dear cooler weather, where did you go? What gives? Don’t be a tease. It’s not nice. Seriously.
The end of August seems like as good as place as any to bring this project to the end. The weather will probably stay warm for a few days, and I may grab a few additional pictures here and there, but September always feels like the start of Fall. The chill will come soon enough, students are back to school, and before I know it, they’ll be draining Love Park Fountain and closing it down for the winter. It’s been fun.
At the risk of sounding terribly pretentious, photography, in fact art in general, teaches people a different way of seeing. Once I started taking these pictures, I began to notice people who were invisible to me before. I took them for granted. I passed through the park, I passed them by, and I never even noticed them. That won’t be the case anymore. Now, I’ll be looking for the moments in time, the slices of life all around me, even when I’m not actually taking pictures of them.
Today’s picture feels like an appropriate one to end on. I passed by, these two people were swaying ever so slightly, dancing in the fountain.
The full set of Summer of Love photos can be found here. Thanks for tagging along.
There are worse ways to spend a hot summer day than lounging around a fountain.
Today, I present a study in contrasts. I don’t mean to alarm anyone, but I think she’s about to go all Ringu any second now.
I wish I knew what these two were talking about; she appears suspicious, he appears sincere. At the same time, it’s much more fun not knowing. After all, the realm of ‘what if’ is where stories are born.
This second one pleases me because it makes me think of ducklings, but at the same time, they’ve got a very purposeful Beatles/Abbey Road strut going on.
And finally, something totally unrelated to Love Park or ducklings: a great interview with Kij Johnson over at the Nebula Awards blog.
I wasn’t in the city on Monday, and there was no one at all around the fountain yesterday. The weather is starting to turn cooler, but I’m going to do my best to make it to the end of the month at very least.
Another hot day today, and lots of people were out in the park, sunbathing, splashing and otherwise. For some reason, even though it really has nothing to do with what’s actually happening, the first picture makes me think of collecting shells on the beach. The second one makes me think of some sort of ad for alcohol…or maybe that’s just a sign that it was a long day. I wish her tattoos had showed up better in the picture, but trying to get a really decent shot of them would probably have qualified me as a creepy (or creepier) stalker.