DELTA AIRLINES SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, until my little post here drives them out of business (oh, and don't think it won't - cuz it will) here is a picture of a pack of weiner dogs. They run wild in DC frightening any tourists who happen to be wandering about Willy Nilly. 

Therapy

There is something therapeutic about using an airports own wireless to complain about how much an airline sucks. I don't use that phrase lightly, but when the shoe fits... I must say that hearing the people complain about Delta causes me to feel that much more justified in my own feelings. They have been sitting here since 1:00pm this afternoon and are waiting for a flight that has been delayed (yet again), this time from 7:45pm until 8:40pm.

I am slightly less hot headed in light of these people's situation, however the feelings I have left seem even more justified. This industry is such a scam. I payed to fly from St. Louis to BWI. My flight out of St. Louis was delayed an hour, ok, no big deal - right? But this delay caused me to miss my connecting flight by 5 minutes. 5 MINUTES! They couldn't hold the aircraft for 5 minutes for me to connect. Now I'm on standby and may not even get to take this flight.

I am frustrated. So very frustrated.

That is all.

Thanksgiving Travel

Well, I'm headed home for Thanksgiving, which should be loads of fun. I haven't seen most of the people from St. Charles for going on a year and a half. Wow. It will be wonderful to see how things have changed, hopefully all for the better. I'm a little hesitant to go back to a place where there is no mass transit to usher you around everywhere, but I'm hoping I'll cope.

Holiday travel. I'm planning to get to the airport 2 hours early. I want to get there earlier than I would for a typical flight to NY, which I usually show up about 45 minutes early for, but I can't squeeze any more than 2 hours early out simply because I can't get to the airport any earlier. Hopefully it's enough. I'm sure I'll have lots of fun comments about the holiday traveling when I update next.

Cheers.

Broken Questions in an Old Brick Hall

What do you do when the things you’re telling her are about to make her cry? At least you deduce she is from the expression on her face, her inability to speak anything back, and the tears behind her eyes.

As you share these truths with her on a bench in the ancient brick corridor of some candy store turned bar and music hall on that forgotten street in Brooklyn, earthy strands of bluegrass meander by, squeezing between the crowds of people who carry their glasses to their seat.

What do you say when the truth about how valuable, and worthwhile, and special she is has been driven so far from her thoughts that even the fleeting glimpse of it in your words is enough to cause her normally brash facade to crack?

Would the tragedy of it all be enough to bring you to tears? Would you have the courage that I didn’t, to spill the tear, right there in front of whom ever might have passed down that hallway? What words are there, truly, for a moment that holy? How do you tell her about the one Love that won’t make her feel used, abused, objectified, lesser - that never leaves?

Is it enough that for a brief moment she brushed up against some little piece of the truth in your words? What if He tried to reach through you and touch one of His most beloved sheep, and you got in the way, only allowing a brief glimpse of His redeeming love?

Why can’t you tell her what is going on? Could she possibly come, through it all, to understand how much she is loved, that the truth she can feel in your words is only a glimpse of the impact of the full reality?

How? What? Who? Why?

Is there any hope she picked up on any of this? The answers are difficult enough to find, why must the questions be so hard to bear.

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Clearly some of my friends can't handle me posting pictures of myself taken with work friends without turning it into something goofy, so I guess I'll have to remove those. Sorry. Oh well, Jen didn't seem too thrilled that they were up there anyway so now everyone is happy. Yay!

Mike

Oy, now that was a lot of uploading

Remind me to never take so many pictures again. I took 124 photos on Saturday, and 142 on Thursday evening. I didn’t take any at central park, though if the amount of photos taken was in proportion to the amazingness of the scene, I would have needed at least 142 if not more.

The people in these pictures are: Jen (from CeramiDC, all around great person and also our Marketing person), Seamus (IT guy from CeramiNY, also a great musician with enough stories to fill many an evening of hanging out after work), Sara Opperman (Marketing coordinator from CeramiNY, very cool), Kurt (probably spelled wrong, the guy with the shaved head who’s Sara’s boyfriend), Fil (Old Sara friend from college - I’m not entirely certain what he does for a day job but he had a killer digital camera which you can see in one or two of the shots, he was born in Latvia and moved here like…8 years ago, I’m not sure?)

The photos down to where it says “Just a Quickie” are all from Saturday at Connie Island on the board walk/pier/nathans. As usual, I haven’t done any editing save to resize them. So the contrast/brightness on some of them won’t be perfect, but it gets the pictures to you quicker and you’ll get the general idea.

The day started off at First and First a little restaurant at the intersection of 1st avenue and 1st street in Manhattan. We had breakfast there, however Seamus was thinking he would have a liquid breakfast and continued the trend to trying drink the bacon. In case anyone was curious, he was NOT successful. 

About the only thing sweeter would have been if it was open. 

Just liked the composition of this one, and the potential for nice colors. 

Is the digital camera ubiquitous enough yet? 

Some shops along the board walk. 

That's one scarry ride, I hope it's not for kids. 

Obligatory Sunset Shot 

 

Shooting pictures at sunset 

OK. The idea is you get a paintball gun and shoot at an some dude. People were having their 4 year old kids pegging the poor kid. Very odd, and a little disturbing. 

Ate at Nathans's hotdogs. I think these are the original hotdog. They've been around since like 1916 or something. Great tasting. 

 

Eating at Nathans