86 Miles In Two Days

Not a bad tally for a weekend’s worth of riding, if I do say so myself.

Strong Weekend
On the riding front I managed to ride both days, 52 miles on Saturday and 34 mile on Sunday.

Saturday’s ride was a bit poorly executed by yours truly. Not one mile from the house I realized that I had failed to pack any food for the ride; I did have a bottle of water, one of Powerade, and $20 so I decided not to turn around. My plan, if you can call adapting to failure a plan, was to stop at a convenience store as soon as I realized that I was in distress. Knowing my route there were two valid options, both of which I passed pedaling strongly. At the forty-mile mark, as I headed toward Emory on Clifton (and more importantly away from the ITP Estate) I decided that it was time to rectify matters. I pulled into the CVS on North Decatur and loaded up on a Coke and a small packet of Gummi Bears (literally the best option from the selection of candy offered at the counter and I didn’t want to venture too far into the store since my bike sat unlocked outside). Invigorated by sugar I completed my route home without difficulty.

After a fair bit of leg cramping, followed by a power nap, I headed out to the Grant Park Summer Shade Festival around 4:00pm. Shade was the savior of the day as the temperatures had risen significantly since my ride. I packed a cooler full of beer, and a little water, to help allay the day’s heat. The afternoon and evening were much fun, concluding with dinner at a new-to-me restaurant Ziba’s Bistro on Boulevard.

I thought that my long day of fun would put me in a spot of bother to meet up with ITP-Reader Steve at Cochran Mill Park for out 8:30am wheels-down. Fortunately, sleep is not something I require for cycling (I am willing to accept that this might not be completely accurate) and my five hours of slumber were sufficient to power through our 34 miles. I must admit that I did request, and receive, a stoppage at a convenience store where I purchased a Gatorade; I did not require the consumption of the snacks in my jersey. I shall also admit that the return to the park was a sight for my sore eyes and legs because I was rather pleased to dismount for the day when we arrived.

Yesterday afternoon was spent lying about, until around 5:30pm when I drove up to Emory Village to join my friend Hank for a few beers at Lucky’s.

ITP Flickr Pics
“MIDTO” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
MIDTO
Taken Friday morning before my German breakfast. I admit that it’s far from a strong photo, but I like it.

“My Head Nearly Blocked Stone Mountain” (Stone Mountain, Georgia, United States)
My Head Nearly Blocked Stone Mountain
I don’t have a strong selfie game. Someday I may learn how to appear like I am having a good time, though you’ll never catch me doing “duck face”.

Doing Some Linguistic Transitioning
Starting today you will notice some changes in my speech, with more in the works if all continues to go as I hope. Given that our office is to officially close on October 1st, and I have been on sabbatical for over a month, I am going to stop referring to people as “coworkers” and “boss”, even with the parenthetical “former”, but instead what they really are — “friend” (the scare quotes are there to maintain consistency, not to indicate that they are a fake friend). And in the case when I’ve discovered that they read this space, they shall get the honorary-title “ITP-Reader”, unless of course they ask to opt out of having that stigma. 🙂

Lavanderia Lunch
This afternoon I will be packing the M6 with dirty laundry, and the bicycle. The plan for today is to eat lunch, do laundry, and then head to a library near North Atlanta where I can deposit myself and do my German homework until later this afternoon.

The Monday Night Recovery Ride starts at 6:30pm from the Peachtree Bikes on Roswell Road near Windsor Parkway and will be led tonight by ITP-Reader Al. I will be there to support Al’s lead, as well as put in another 20 miles in the saddle (should it be “on” the saddle for cycling?).

106 miles in three days, I like the sound of that better…

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Gas Has Certainly Gotten Expensive Again

I had to put gas into the M6 yesterday. The QT on Briarcliff at Clifton was charging $2.25/gallon yesterday. Ouch.

Warning: this is going to be a piecemeal post as I started writing it last night (and fell asleep a while doing so) and am finishing it in the scant time that I have before this morning’s two activities.

A Fun Evening
The concert was held at 1845 Piedmont, the mixed-used development that took down Taco Canana. Once I discovered that street parking was available I made sure to get there early, early enough to eat dinner beforehand.

I parked on the street and walked to Fat Matt’s, which at 6:30pm was crowded and annoyingly slow. Since sitting outside appeared to be my only option, and in case you didn’t know it as rather hot yesterday afternoon, I turned around and went elsewhere. My decision gave me the opportunity to try Grindhouse Burgers for the first time.

I have heard many good things about Grindhouse and my experience last night did little to convince me that these opinions were wrong. I had a junior Dixie burger, with fries and Coke, and tried their fried pickles as well. Though a little pricey when summed, what restaurant meal isn’t these days, there was more food than I cared to eat and each thing I ate pleased me.

Once satiated I ambled across Piedmont to go to the show.

Not so fast my friends… I actually wandered around the Sprouts market first. Think “mini-Whole Foods”, or “slightly-smaller Trader Joe’s”. If I lived within walking distance I would shop there.

The concert, sponsored by Miller, was held in the sky lounge of the apartment building. see the photos below. The evening was filled with music performed by three different musicians, each of which played good music, though none of which floored me. Overall the evening was enjoyable and I would do it again.

ITP Flickr Pics
“Awaiting Tonight’s Show” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Awaiting Tonight's Show

“Hipsters Of The World Unite!” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Hipsters Of The World Unite!
I am an olde man hipster wannabe.

Seriously Busy Day
Appointment #1 complete! This morning I attended a German breakfast which turned out to be a wonderful one-on-one practice session. Apparently there were only two of us who signed up for this session, and I was the only one who bothered to show up.

I am currently sitting in Woodruff Arts Center awaiting the start of Creative Morning Atlanta.

At lunch I hope to once again meet former coworkers for lunch. I was supposed to do laundry today to, but failed to get my stuff together before having to leave the house this morning.

And finally I will be going to happy hour this afternoon up in the Perimeter Mall area, specifically at Brass Tap.

More Busyness
Tomorrow I will be doing a bike ride early in the morning. I hope to use the new weed whacker that I plan to buy sometime today (I mowed the lawn yesterday and remembered that my old current weed whacker died the last time I used it.) Later in the afternoon I will be heading over to Grant Park for the Summer Shade Festival.

On Sunday I hope to meet up with ITP-Reader Steve for another bike ride.

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Full Of Surprises

Yesterday was a full, but completely enjoyable day.

I Forgot About La Vuelta
It wasn’t until late last night that I realized that I completely forgot to pay attention to yesterday’s stage of la Vuelta a España.

Not Surprising: A Wonderful Lunch
One of the reasons that I forgot about the race is that I was getting ready and leaving for meeting up with ITP-Reader John at OK Cafe. Had John not reminded me that the portion of the restaurant in which we sat was gutted by fire and completely rebuilt, I never would have known that the fire had occurred.

Lunch was fantastic, John offered up a lot of advice for helping me reach the next stage of my professional career and I ate chicken fried steak, with sides of a baked sweet potato and corn salad. Healthy? Perhaps not. Delicious? Absolutely.

After a filling lunch I decided that since it was a weekday afternoon that I could safely enter the doors of IKEA without the hassle of the weekend masses. I wandered around the carefully-designed displays finding many things that pleased me, but nothing that solved any problems that I currently have. I left empty-handed.

While peering out IKEA’s large windows I saw the ominous clouds building outside. Apparently the afternoon rain that was mildly predicted was going to come down in bucketloads.

ITP Flickr Pic
Surprise! I have no photo for today. Oops.

I almost took a photo of the clouds above the Atlanta skyline, but too many distractions were present in the shot.

Surprise, I decided to add a photo.

“You’re Going The Wrong Way” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
You're Going The Wrong Way
My original plan for this shot was to take a photo of the long, now mostly-unused walkway. And this to my surprise this young lady walked through my frame. Granted it would have been better if she had been walking toward me, but you have to take what you can get.

A Surprise Of Presidential Proportions
With the rain tainting evening plans a new agenda containing locally-sourced entertainment was curated.

“Kro-bar is open. Why not drink there?”

That’s how it all started.

Whilst at Kro-bar I was discussing IKEA and Ok Cafe, which led me to mention Manuel’s Tavern’s renovations and how I wasn’t sure that I was going to like the place now that it’s been renovated (spoiler: I like it less because it’s just not the same place that I came to love; future generations will love it). This conversation convinced us to go to Manuel’s.

For a Wednesday afternoon Manuel’s was sorta busy, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Then we heard from a guy that Bill Clinton was in town and he that he had been tipped off that the former president was on his way to Atlanta’s Democratic Party hub (that’d be Manuel’s Tavern for any non-Atlantans reading this). That’s right, we had accidentally wound up at the right place at the right time. Not only did I get to see former President Clinton, I shook his hand. Pics or it never happened? Not this time, I wanted to live this moment instead of capturing it to bits on a phone. Channel 46 will back me up.

Tonight’s Performer Will Be A Surprise
A week ago I heard an NPR podcast do an interview with one of the founders of Sofar Sounds, a service that organizes intimate concerts once a month in cities throughout the world. I immediately signed up.

The way their gigs work is that when you apply to be on the guest list you know the date/time of the concert and the general neighborhood in which it will be held, but not the exact address, nor the performer. If you are selected to attend the concert you are emailed the exact address; the performer remains a mystery. Although the service is free, the concerts have donation-based entry fees.

I was selected for tonight’s concert in Atlanta, it’s in the Ansley Mall area. I have paid $10 to attend. I’ll let you know all about it in tomorrow’s blog.

Have a great day friends!

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Things To Do

In what will become a theme for the next three weeks I have a busy day planned for today. In fact, in addition to my daily chores I also have lunch and dinner plans today.

Planning For My Future
Prior to lunch I must complete the assignment given to me by ITP-Reader John (aka “Ham with Cam”). It has to do with making three lists — “What do you want to do”, “Where can this be done”, “Who do you know that could possibly help you” — that help you march toward your desired future.

Lunch today will be at OK Cafe. I have not been back since they reopened after their fire a couple of years ago, so I am looking forward to seeing how things are these days.

I Almost Planned Another Cycling Trip
I have been joking about looking for a multi-day cycling trip to Louisiana to combat the hills of Vermont, and I found one that will occur in early October. It’s the Ragin’ Cajun Country tour from Adventure Cycling Association. This trip is a seven-day, potentially very short distance (and flat!), trip around southern Louisiana, departing from and ending in, Lafayette.

If the phrase “southern Louisiana” rings a bell it’s probably because you also have heard of the flooding that has been occurring in southern Louisiana in the last month. Because of this I am not sure if this trip will actually occur, or if it’s worth gambling that it will or will not. If I chose to put up the $950 for the trip I could also buy trip insurance to cover its cancellation. However, it might just be wiser to skip this one outright.

ITP Flickr Pic
Again, not one that I took but I spare you from having to look at my ugly mug. 😉

“Ice Cream!” (somewhere in New York, New York, United States)
Ice Cream!
This was the last ice cream stop of the Vermont cycling tour. Across the water is Sojourn’s “international” office. The bike on the left was the bike that I rode the entire week.

German Class Without Drinking, What A Concept
Due to poor attendance of alcohol drinkers last night there were no bottles of wine opened for our German class. None! Keine! I was forced to go the entire class knowing fully that my German is still shit. Scheiße!

Perhaps it’s because this is a summer quarter that has been truncated from ten weeks to eight, this quarter has seen the most absences of any that I have attended. Of course I am guilty too having missed two of the classes already due to my journeys to Iowa and Vermont.

I’m hoping that things return to normal when the Fall quarter starts in October. October? That’ll give me an entire month between quarters to forget review everything that I have learned.

Untangling A Mystery
Combs have gone missing.

The comb that I keep in my car is gone.
The comb that I keep in my cycling bag is gone.
One of the combs that I keep in my bathroom is gone.

Yes, I own a lot of combs, but that’s not the point here!

I am certain that I am the culprit who has misplaced these combs (seriously, who else could have done it?), but I’m shocked that in the past week of searching that none of them have reappeared.

In an effort to “comb up” I picked up two new combs during a stop at Kroger after my German class last night. Two? Yes, two. Why? Because not only were they $1, they were “buy one, get one free”.

There is a part of me that you probably don’t understand that is giddy having some order returned to my life.

Speaking Of Ultra-Mega-Mega-Kroger
Do you know that the Kroger on the Moreland-Glenwood Connector Bill Kennedy Way has a bar inside it. A bar! I have yet to partake in the offerings of said bar, but I did see it with my own eyes last night.

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Not Always As Planned

You would think that at the advanced age of 51 I would realize that things do not always go as planned. The jury is still out on this…

Well, That Was Different
On Saturday I felt fine and rode like shit.
Last night I didn’t want to ride, but then wound up riding fairly well.
It makes no sense at all.

Last night I drove the bicycle up to Peachtree Bikes in North Buckhead for their Monday night recovery ride. Forgetting that I needed to be at a location sixteen miles from home, at a time when Atlanta traffic is usually a mess, I let Google navigate me to the shop. I’ll be damned if I didn’t arrive within one minute of my predicted arrival time!

Last night’s ride was well-attended, and included my (former) co-worker Al, and Catherine (aka “Saddle Sores”). The ride is short, ~20 miles, and slow, ~14 mph, and the group stayed together fairly well. At one point I (selfishly) put the hammer down on Mount Vernon, a multi-mile 1% downhill because I was feeling my oats.

I noodled with the idea of going for a Stone Mountain ride this morning, but didn’t do it. The cooler, drier air would have been great to ride in, but I have other things on today’s agenda (like writing this blog post!).

Flickr Pics Of ITP
In a twist of theme today’s photos will be shots of me, rather than shots by me. These photos were taken during the Vermont trip. Longtime readers of this space will have little difficulty picking out yours truly in the mix.

“Roommates”
Roommates
This is me and Bob, my roommate for the week. I could tell you that we had ridden over that mountain pictured behind us, but I’d be lying.

“Which Way To The Pub?”
Which Way To The Pub?
This was the day I experienced my flat and finished alone. To be fair, I was looking for a specific pub, the one that is pictured next.

“Oh No Your Didn’t!”
Oh No Your Didn't!
This was at Mike’s Tiki Bar. I have no recollection about to what we were reacting. I’ll blame the beer.

btw – you can tell from my Team Wimpy jersey that these three photos were taken on the same day.

“When I Ride I Take My Beer Seriously”
When I Ride I Take My Beer Seriously
Taken at the Hill Farmstead Brewery. Why I am never included in People Magazine’s “Sexiest Men Alive” list still puzzles me.

I’m Reading A Book, That I’ve Electronically Checked Out From The Library!
Without doubt 2016 will go down as a monumental year in my life. Hell, how many times does a person get to quit a company with which he/she has toiled for nearly twenty years?

At the suggestion of a friend I am currently reading Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything (pssst, that’s an Amazon Affiliate link, so if you happen to click on it and then buy something from Amazon I’ll get a few pennies. Come on, I’m unemployed! 🙂 )

Younger, employed Paulie would have spent the $12.99 for a Kindle version of this book. Older, unemployed Paulie found that he was able to borrow a Kindle version of the book from the Dekalb County Public Library system and read it on his iPad. Future Paulie will download the Kindle version to his Kindle so that he can read it on that device instead; the iPad is great for reading books, the Kindle is better.

Look at me saving money and using public resources for which he has previously, and continues, to pay taxes to support!

I’m on target to complete at least five books this year. For many of you this is a pittance, but for me who all-but gave up recreational reading a young age, this is a revolution.

Binge Watching “Silicon Valley”
One reason I haven’t read more books is because I love watching videos. In this age of mobile electronics this is so easy to do…

I am currently binge watching my way through Silicon Valley. A few days ago I managed to finish up Season 2. Yesterday I bought Season 3 on iTunes (it’s not available for checkout from a library) and have watched the first four episodes — thanks, insomnia!

It’s A German Study Day
I’ve managed to avoid doing any real studying of German since last Tuesday’s class. Bad Paulie, very bad Paulie. So I am planning to spend the remainder of today, that which occurs between the completion of this blog post and class time at 18:30, sans the time needed for hygiene and nutrition, studying for tonight’s class. I will also wait until the last possible minute to park at Colony Square to avoid incurring another ridiculous parking fee.

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Weekend Update

It’s Monday already? Even when you aren’t working the weekends go by much too quickly. Today marks the one-month anniversary of my sabbatical.

Really? What Happened To Me?
On Saturday morning I finally got my shit together to get up to Vinings to ride the Saturday morning ride departing from Atlanta Cycling. At twenty-two miles I was concerned that the ride would be too short when compared with the distances I’ve been riding over the past month.

I was cruising with the peloton nicely until “the split”. At “the split” I should have gone left to avoid the hill, but my riding partner Al (who had been complaining of dead legs during the thirty+ mile ride he did before this ride) went straight. I was feeling okay, and on the far right side of the street which made it difficult to take the left turn to avoid the hill, so I went for it. About a third way up the hill I was struct with heartburn (for perhaps only the fourth time in my life!) and was dropped quickly.

All alone with not the greatest sense of where this ride goes I was happy(ish) to find familiar road markers. After a few miles of riding alone Al called me to find out where I was, and was kind enough to turn around and ride backward so that I wouldn’t have to finish solo.

I was embarrassed and disappointed with my effort.

I lunched with Al following the ride at El Pollo Tropical.

ITP Flickr Pic
“Old School Cycling” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Old School Cycling
Saw this old gal (or guy if you’d rather) parked on the street while walking up to the races.

A Small, But Vocal Gathering
Upon arriving home and showering I marched up to East Atlanta Village for the annual East Atlanta Criterium. I met up with one of my Flickr buddies, Greg, and sat at Argosy, watching the races from afar which was easy to do since this year’s race didn’t attract a large following. (I’ve said this every year, “I hope the East Atlanta Criterium” comes back next year.)

Given the weather predicted for Saturday afternoon I chose to carry a golf umbrella instead of my camera gear.

As the afternoon wore on, and I had more than enough beer in me, I wandered across Flat Shoals and hung out with the cadre of hashers who had convened. And on that side of Flat Shoals I was able to refill my plastic cup with Bombardier Ale at The Elder Tree Public House.

After the races were over I stopped into Grant Central East for a couple of slices of pizza and a Coke before staggering home.

It was a good day, or so I think. 😉

Sunday, Muddy Sunday
Somehow ten years have passed since that fateful Sunday when I opted to join ITP-Reader Stacy and Phil for a photostroll in College Park instead of running the “Catch The Crabs” Black Sheep Hash held that day. I remember texting “Boner Rooter” later that afternoon asking her how the hash was and she told me that lightning had struck near the on-in, scaring the shit out of all who were there. I made the right decision that day.

Yesterday I tempted the Gods by attending the “Catch The Crabs” hash. It was a good romp through the woods and swamps of Newnan, as I knew it would be, followed by an on-in that was completed under ominous skies. I just made it under the pole barn when the skies opened up, only rain thankfully.

After my weekend’s activities I was pooped and passed out by 9:00pm last night.

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

AT&T Hostage

Shamefully it has now been a week since I have been on two wheels.

This morning I am a hostage to AT&T. You’ll understand why in a minute, but as of now I am forced to wait from “8:30-12:30” for a technician to arrive to start performing analysis on my U-Verse setup.

The Power Of The Storm
I met up with (former) boss Hank, as well as his nephew who is in town this weekend, at Lucky’s in Brookhaven at 5pm yesterday.

Lucky’s was a convenient meet up spot as I had been to Dunwoody for lunch, and then shopped Costco in Brookhaven, before spending some time at the Brookhaven library.

Nowhere in any of the weather forecasts did I see the potential for the torrential rain, pea-sized hail, and extremely high winds that plagued Brookhaven for over an hour yesterday. The lightning was so close that you’d see the flash and then immediately hear the thunder! Things got so bad that the entire shopping plaza in which Lucky’s is located lost power for at least two hours. We were asked to leave at 7:30pm because they were closing at 8:00pm with no firm commitment for when their power was going to be restored.

ITP Flickr Pic
“Raindrops On A Slide” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Raindrops On A Slide
Taken after a strong, but not nearly as disruptive storm on Tuesday.

In case you didn’t know, I love taken photos of water droplets.

The Extended Power Of The Storm?
It wasn’t but a few blocks away that I encountered electricity again, thankfully, since the thought of all traffic lights between Brookhaven and East Atlanta being out made me rather nervous.

Having not eaten dinner, Lucky’s had no way to cook food without electricity, I stopped into Fellini’s Pizza in Candler Park for a salad, slice, and Coke.

I returned home to find that I had no internet nor the ability to make a phone call using AT&T’s U-Verse phone service. I did all the standard tricks of rebooting the modem, reseating cables, whatever, but nothing fixed the problem. With no phone service I tried multiple times to call using my cell phone, but AT&T’s cell service is so spotty in East Atlanta that my calls from the basement were routinely dropped.

I was able to call from the main floor of the house this morning, and hence I am now a hostage to AT&T until they arrive. The better not try to tell me that there is a problem inside the house, though if they want to give me a new modem for free I would be okay with that.

Weekend Plans?
Tomorrow is the East Atlanta Criterium. The EAV Crit is also known to me as the event three years ago during which I met someone who was willing to go out on a date with me, two dates actually, before she told me that I was not “it”. I have not had the good fortune of going out on a date since… I am assuming that if the weather agrees that I will attend.

Sunday is a Black Sheep day, though I admit being fearful of the prediction of “90% chance of thunderstorms” that I am seeing. Keep in mind that it was an August Sunday in which lighting struck near the pack during to On-In and scared the shit out of them. So, I am a tentative participant…

Have a great weekend friends! Perhaps I will see some of you out and about.

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Taking Lazy To A New Level

Holy crap, it’s 8:45am? Guess I should get a blog post out today before I have to clean up and meet some friends for lunch…

I’m Not Color Blind, I’m Color Dense
I think that I need to consider upgrading the lighting in my bedroom. On Tuesday I once again went into the world wearing a color combination that didn’t work. I did this because I swore that in my bedroom I was holding my blue shorts, but clearly when I was out and about I was wearing my olive green ones. I’d made my choice of navy blue sneakers all the more curious. Of course I was at a museum, so I could have always blown off any criticisms with a statement of how I am an artiste!

ITP Flickr Pic
“Honestly Abe?” (High Museum, Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Honestly Abe?
I’ve tried to break myself out of the habit of taking photos of sculptures. However, there was something so striking about Abraham Lincoln’s pose on Tuesday that I had to shoot this.

Damn, I just realized that I should have titled this shot “Penny For Your Thoughts”. DANGEN!

I Never Tried The BBQ, But The Sandwich And Conversation Were Great
Made it to Castleberry Hill around 5:40pm for my 6:00pm meet up. Before I could go admire ITP-Reader Stacy’s paint job up close and personally I was greeted by my friend who was also an early arriver.

We went into The Smoke Ring and were told that there would be a Creature Comforts beer dinner later, so we were sat in the smaller section of the restaurant. No biggie. We asked if we could have their beer leftovers, but none arrived at our table.

Our own beers and an amazing appetizer of fried green tomatoes were ordered and we started catching up and conversing about the creative process. I talked about what my creative process is, and about photography and even my reasoning for starting to learn the German language. After a while we agreed to wander down to Elliott Street Deli & Pub for another beer.

Since we’d never ordered dinner at The Smoke Ring I was glad when she said that she wanted to order a sandwich at Elliott Street. We’d had two beers already and a third one had made its way to the bar, so I was happy to eat. Further, it’s a little-known fact that Elliott Street makes fantastic sandwiches — and “two-bite” cannoli as I found out later.

Elliott Street Deli & Pub has not changed a bit since I last visited; that’s a good thing in my book. Mike and Pete (the owners) still hang out, the interior is still dive-bar-esque, and my friend Dave Rice’s photo of a woman on a motorcycle still adorns the inside of the men’s bathroom. Last night the bar even had a duet of stringed instruments (think “folk” not “classical”) performing for a few hours.

What has changed is Elliott Street itself, now that it has once again opened for through traffic. Once a construction dead end, cars and motorcycles now zip around the neighborhood. And, when I got up from our sidewalk table and turned the corner, I could see the new mechatronic football stadium that is still under construction. I was home by 11:00pm and slept really well, perhaps too well which is why I am still typing this blog at 9:15am.

On Today’s Agenda
I’ve already mentioned lunch. After lunch I will be running some errands — groceries, gas for the lawn mower, banking, etc — before returning home to do some “work” — German and software development studying.

I’ve thrown an offer to meet my (former) boss Hank for a beer, but he’s committed to moving his daughter into a dorm at Georgia Tech today so I’m not sure if this will happen.

Considering it’s Thursday (it is Thursday, right?) I may hoof up to EAV to shop my first East Atlanta Farmers Market in far too many years.

Yesterday I received a Dropbox link to photos taken by the Sojourn staff while we were riding in Vermont. I will peruse these tonight and see if I can find any good, or incriminating, ones of me. 🙂

Have a great day friends!

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

$22

$22 was the amount I paid for parking at Colony Square yesterday. Had I budgeted a little more time I would have left their parking lot immediately and parked at a lot that was considerably more reasonably priced. The reason that I didn’t know the exorbitant amount that Colony Square charges for a full day of parking is because when I go there for German class I am able to validate my parking for up to four hours, so I usually get out of paying for parking. In total I was parked at Colony Square for 9.5 hours, so the validation option was moot since the other 5.5 hours of parking would have brought my cost up to the maximum amount charged. Needless to say, I shall never again pay for parking at Colony Square.

Other Than The $22, How Was My Day?
I had a nice lunch with ITP-Reader Steve, even if Tin Drum‘s lunch offering was less than stellar when compared to the dinner offerings I’ve had at this location.

When lunch ended I hopped across Peachtree (oh man, I should have literally hopped across Peachtree — what a missed opportunity!), beating the rain, and went to the High Museum of Art where I wandered around the exhibits for a few hours. I was thoroughly impressed with the works of Vik Muniz, and a little less impressed with the photographs of Walker Evans. Given the equipment Evans had in the 1930s I should cut him a little more slack. As I always do when i am there, I also perused the High’s permanent collection of American and European art and appreciated the presence of some of the other patrons of the art who also chose to be there.

Yesterday I became weirdly inspired, actually wishing I had brought my camera along with me. I felt unusually alive, for lack of a better term, experiencing a rollercoaster between the extreme highs and lows of my emotions. For many people this might have been troublesome, but for me it was oddly exhilarating, at least for the short time it lasted.

I had heard that Octane has opened a new location inside Woodruff Arts Center, so I stopped in an had a couple of cups of coffee; their liquor license is supposedly “in the mail” and they will begin selling beer once it has arrived.

Charged up on coffee I returned to Colony Square and studied for my German class which began at 6:30pm.

ITP Flickr Pic
“Midtown” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Midtown
One of the interesting things about shooting panoramas with an iPhone is the way that it distorts the image. In reality these letters are straight across, not curved. Of course this probably means that I am doing it “wrong” but I don’t care because I liked the way this looks.

A Return To Castleberry Hill
Tonight I will be returning to Castleberry Hill for the first time in what feels like an eternity. Castleberry Hill is one Atlanta’s many distinct neighborhoods, tucked just south of downtown and just east of where the Falcons play their home games.

I first learned of Castleberry Hill when I attended the very first Atlanta Photographers Guild meetup (ITP-Reader John, aka “Ham with Cam”, did I get the name correct?) which convened at Elliott Street Deli and Pub. This was back in the “glory days” of digital photography, when people did photowalks and posted photos on a site known as “Flickr”, perhaps ten years ago. Think “Pokémon GO” with cameras instead of phones. 😉

Here’s a shot I took at a meeting in 2008:
Rasheeda

Anyway, tonight I’ll be going to The Smoke Ring where I will be catching up with another friend, and then perhaps to Elliott Street afterward for a beer.

It May Be Time To Find A Dermatologist
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been suffering some from my adult-lifetime dermatological affliction; I don’t know the name of what ails me so that’s the best way I can describe it. Normally this affliction is mildly inconvenient and has produced lasting scarring, but in this instance it is also painful.

I determined last week that in addition to the pain this affliction can cause, the scarring also one of the reasons that I have struggled with meeting women. In effect I have a hidden shame, like a shitty tattoos that I did not choose to get, that I am afraid will scare away women at the worst possible time.

Perhaps with my final two months of health benefits I should seek a dermatologist’s opinion. Have you one that you recommend?

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

Returning To A “Normal” Life

It’s a lot harder to write a daily blog when you are not traipsing around on a bicycle going places to which you’ve never gone before, taking photos along the way. Speaking of bicycles, I was supposed to be on mine (if for no other reason than to determine its current health) at the time I write this blog post however a late night turned into a late morning and I failed to convince myself to get out of bed.

A Day In Chamblee
I made it out of the house yesterday by lunch time so that I could eat at Pollo Norteño while doing my loads of laundry. By the time I returned home I was beat and took a short nap prior to putting away my now-clean clothes.

I considered making a grocery store stop on my return trip, but decided that I should continue to eat the contents of my pantry until I’m left with only random bits and bobs from which I cannot make a meal.

A Night In The ‘Hood
Last night was the first night I’ve been out in EAV in quite some time. Not much has changed, both for good and bad, and I had a good time.

On a slow Monday night it’s easy to find street parking. Whew! I’m still trying to keep the M6 ding free (conveniently ignoring the damage I inflicted upon it in February), so I like getting a street spot when I see shows at The EARL.

With time to spare I wandered around the village a little, checking out the spots that have changed since I last did so. Since I’d already eaten dinner and am trying to be a little cognizant of the money I’m spending, I stopped into Argosy for one beer prior to the show. While at the show I also allowed myself just one beer, would you believer, a Miller High Life in a bottle.

The show was solid. I missed the first of the two opening acts, but caught Victor St. Baloo’s set, which I enjoyed quite a bit.

Kyle Craft and his band took the stage around 11pm (?), which is no problem on a Monday night when you are on sabbatical. The band, six strong, played songs from Craft’s first solo album, “Eye of the Hurricane”, which was released earlier this year. Craft followed the band’s set with three acoustic songs as his encore, ending with his rendition of Lou Reed’s “Take A Walk On The Wild Side”.

ITP Flickr Pic
“I Had Moxie!” (Danville, Vermont, United States)
I Had Moxie
Fun Fact: I love regional sodas.
Sad Fact: Regional sodas are much harder to find these days.

Moxie is a soda company that has been in New Hampshire since before 1900. These days it’s owned by a MegaCorp (what company isn’t?), the Coca-Cola Bottling Company of Northern New England in this instance. To my taste buds Moxie has a “Coke + root beer” flavor to it, but what do my tastebuds know?

“Charlie O’s” (Montpelier, Vermont, United States)
Charlie O's (Montpelier, Vermont)
After one of the hardest days of riding, Middlebury -> Montpelier via the App Gap, my roommate Bob and I stopped into to the biggest dive bar in Montpelier, Charlie O’s. It was worth buying an $8 bike lock to get the experience of Charlie O’s. Charlie O’s was a dark, empty at 2pm, cash only, pay as you drink, dive bar tended by a pretty young woman named Alena who showed me where her Vermont hometown was on the tattoo of the state that she had on her forearm (what 25-49 year-old doesn’t have at least one tattoo these days?).

Given the matches on the bar I asked if smoking was allowed in bars in Vermont. Alena looked at me as if I were a crazy fool, since I was dressed in a bicycle kit at 2pm on a Monday I understood her position, and answered “No”. I may have blew her Socialist mind when I told her that it was still legal in Georgia.

What Are We Going To Do Today Brain?
In addition to studying German in preparation for tonight’s class, as well as some computer-science shit in preparation for the rest of my life, I think that I will try to make it to High Museum of Art to see some of the exhibits that have escaped my eyes thus far.

Have a great day friends!

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

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