I took this photo while standing outside of my work building, facing West-ish. It's prety blurry. Help a guy out and send me a nice tripod so that I can also capture the stars that are in this photo but you can't see them because I can't stand that still in the freezing wind atop the second highest point in Chester County.
My other photos are on Flickr.
Why are there mean people? You are beautiful.
Before we moved into the house that I still live in, we lived in a half-double next to the paper mill on Logan Avenue.
One of the best things about the house on Logan was the large parking lot in which the trucks used to park their trailers between the loading and unloading of recycled paper. My brother and I used to ride our bikes around the lot with other kids in our neighborhood, circling the trailers. For a gift I was given a bicycle odometer to keep track of the many miles that I pedaled around that asphalt lot.
There was also a weighing station, and if you looked in the booth that was attached to the truck-sized scale, you could see a red LED gauge of how many tons your bike weighed. A certain truck had once dropped a large bundle of colored paper chits that were likely due to be recycled. We found these pieces near the scale, assigned them all some value, and called them “Moon Money”.
Someone has hacked my Votio plugin to provide digg.com-like functionality on a WordPress site. Neat.
I'm not sure why I did this, but it did amuse me. I think it turned out pretty well.
Listen to me reading the classic 1823 poem, "Twas the Night Before Christmas", also known as "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement C. Moore.
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