I Shot The Serif
But I did not shoot the sans-serif...
But I did not shoot the sans-serif...
From 2016
Before today, I've stayed away from all of the historical footage and commentary on the 15th anniversary of 9/11, because I can still see it and feel it, and it still hurts. So I'm keeping it simple this year. Lucy's beautiful song helps.
The inability to become aroused over any of the choices for President put forth by either party during an election year. If the condition lasts more than six weeks, you're screwed.
Also the title of a new book by Alan Dershowitz, which I have no interest in reading. I just like the title.
Colorizing black-and-white photos certainly does add depth and dimension to them.
It's 66 degrees and raining, and I'm into my third coffee.
I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now.
Somehow, I think this was mostly for show.I don't think that the seats were super-adjustable. But then again, she looks like she has done it before.
It was so much more fun being a kid in the mid-Twentieth Century.
I actually drove through this area a few weeks ago, and understood this sign. But I've lived here for a long time. As a newbie Boston driver, you might be able to get your head around it if you had the time, but you don't when you're driving and someone right behind you is leaning on the horn.
Out on the Minuteman Bikeway today, I encountered something new - Goatscaping. And the goats were not animatronic. Have a look at the video.
Soon, there will be more people who do not recognize this iconic Twentieth Century logo than those who do. And who will never know that it was this company's 28 flavors that Baskin-Robbins attempted to top with their own 32.
Nearly every neighborhood of the five boroughs of New York City has its own tribe.
...but if you try, sometimes, you get what you need.
I finally found the elusive out-of-print Starbucks NYC mug today, at the Vince Lombardi Service Plaza on the New Jersey Turnpike, just before the George Washington Bridge. They must have shipped all remaining inventory to this one Starbucks store, because they had a whole shelf-full.
I follow Chaucer Doth Tweet on Twitter. I'm certain he already knows about this.
I'm sick of lemonade.
I'm not the only one thrilled by the outcome of his lame Frat Boy stunt.
Order a cheesesteak. Wit' Whiz - Cheez Whiz, that is. And in deciding on whether to get the large or the small cheesesteak, employ the pizza logic expressed so well in this graphic.
The final exit on the Garden State Parkway is Exit 0. It's always worth the trip.
Spending a day in Amish country, observing the aboriginals in their native habitat, with lunch at the Gap Diner affording the opportunity to indulge in local delicacies like scrapple and (later) shoo-fly pie. Total gastronomic win!