I went to an elementary school to meet with some teachers this afternoon. It was right after classes ended and, since it’s Halloween, the halls were filled with kids dressed up in their costumes.
If it wasn’t for National Geographic, I wouldn’t know anything at all about penguins.
Perhaps because of my own shambolic efforts to speak Spanish, I think this Salon article about the woman behind the “El Bloombito” Twitter feed is pretty funny.
I’m pretty sure you didn’t hit all those home runs this year with the bat on your shoulder, Miguel Cabrera.
While traveling through Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington, D.C. this week I wondered, what’s it like to be an air traffic controller there?
A pumpkin carver shows off her produce.
My creative colleagues sweded a clever, Halloween-themed visual aid for our training class.
I was in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia for another training this week. This time I had part of Friday afternoon, so I visited some of the historic buildings in the Lower Town.
I upgraded the default theme to WordPress’s Twenty Twelve. As you can see it’s pretty neat and clean. I’ve made a couple of customizations.
The crabapple tree outside our window is an endless source of natural wonder. I peeked out at the grey, drizzly late afternoon to see… a chipmunk.
Well, you can’t win if you don’t score runs. I’m pretty sure the Yankees before tonight hadn’t been swept in a postseason series during the present era.
This weekend’s rain and wind put a lot of leaves on the ground but the trees still have plenty of color.
If you’re not used to watching Jeter you might be unaware that he plays through injuries with grit and determination, like some sort of Calvinist Terminator.
I am sure that the guy at the farmers market holding the baby in front of his face couldn’t see where he was walking. Perhaps it was his first day carrying a baby.
Kindergarten must be German for “zero,” no?
The Yankees have a female radio announcer, Suzyn Waldman. She’s sort of like your Jewish friend’s mother who happens to know a lot about baseball.
I see all of the Division Series have gone to five games, which means I’m still waiting for the Yankees to wrap up the Orioles.
Just sitting around tonight waiting for the Yankees to wake the hell up.
I got about halfway through The Violinist’s Thumb by Sam Kean before the library asked for it back (and I’m happy to give it up).
I know there is no shortage of daddy long-legs photos on this site, but this one had some looooong legs.