I’ll be flying to Gainesville, Florida (home of the defending NCAA Men’s football and basketball champions) today for a little recruiting trip. Last weekend’s defeat of Tennessee and yesterday’s tasering of a student by campus police (video link) should make for interesting conversation.
The problem with this trip is that I am leaving the perfect weather of Atlanta and exchanging it for the 60% chance of thunderstorms in Gainesville. Rats.
Which Came First?
One obstacle I face today is a bit of a weather-transition cold, or dirt/grass allergies. I am not sure which it is because I’ve encountered the source of both very recently. For the past few nights I have been waking up cold because the temperature has been (thankfully) dropping overnight. Yesterday I had to get out and mow the lawn which of course kicked up a mess of dirt and dander along with the grass clippings.
I just hope to be over my affliction by the time I start shaking hands. Thankfully no kissing of babies is involved.
ITP Flickr Pic
My back road journey on Sunday took me past this abandoned building. In a flash of inspiration I actually stopped and took this photo of it.
Don’t worry, InsideThePerimeter will remain active through my travels.
Is the BlackJack On Its Way Out?
Last night I went to charge my BlackJack and it refused. This is far from good; in fact, it’s quite bad. I was at least able to take the battery out of the phone and charge it separately. That treatment got the phone back on its feet. The problem with this solution is that it eliminates any opportunity to sync the phone with my computer. That is bad too.
As I fretted not having a phone today I briefly considered purchasing an iPhone (who am I?). The biggest reason I didn’t give it thorough consideration was that I need to activate the phone at home via iTunes, and I have no time to do so before heading out.
While scouring AT&T’s website for BlackJack warranty information (which was very hard for me to find) I found out something even more interesting. Apparently I racked up $40 in roaming charges, in addition to my normal bill, during my time in Canada. Damn you autopay! Damn you lazy Paulie for not checking your bill!
Eggs For Dinner? Hell Yes!
In an effort to clean out perishables from my chill-chest I made myself an incredible breakfast for dinner last night. Last night I whipped up a three-egg (with rosemary + thyme) omelet/scramble. I placed the eggs over some grilled Texas toast and then covered it all with cheddar cheese and grilled “Canadian” bacon. No photo of this meal is available because I devoured it immediately.
I paired the meal with a lovely Victory Prima Pils. Who says that my Sunday Running Group hasn’t influenced me?
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – rough
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Clash — “Career Opportunities”
Website Of The Day – The other day I stumbled upon a really good Atlanta restaurant blog called Blissful Glutton. I’ll be certain to read it in Gainesville whilst it rains outside.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Mileage – 6.5 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
September Goals
1) Get my first Ruby / Ruby on Rails program written
2) Lose 5 pounds (if at first, second, third, fourth, you don’t succeed….)
3) Take now fewer than three photos a day
4) Listen to (and review) one CD a day in September
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
I have the sneezing & sniffles which I blame on allergies. I had hayfever growing up in the midwest in the fall, so maybe the weekend in the country (is Lake Hartwell really the country?) is the culprit.
I was all stuffed up last night when I went to bed also…I just blamed it on the change in the weather. It has been so dry this summer I haven’t had any problems at all with allergies.
Since I seem to suffer post-hashing and after lawn mowing (as if I needed another reason to hate doing it), I assume that I am suffering from allergies today.
Is Hartwell in the country? I saw cows, goats, wild turkeys, deer. Yes, I say that qualifies for “country”. 🙂
Let’s also not forget we saw a Big Bore, a Bunny Tuna, something that Tastes Like Chicken, a Robin Red Breast, a Rat’s A$$ and a Psychedilic Pu$$y.
Bunny Tuna, that’s what we named her. I could remember Swamp Guinea because I passed that sign on my way home.
My cows.
Y’all can have the rest o’ the lot.