In Off-Topic, Travel on February 16, 2013 at 12:19 pm
Howdy everyone and happy weekend!
First, please allow me to apologize for my absence. But (as is generally the case with my disappearances from the interweb) my excuse is that I emerged, instead, in the actual world.
I’ve been on vacation in the great state of California with my amazing girlfriend – sipping wine in Napa Valley, climbing steep hills in San Francisco, and dodging hungry wildlife in the Muir Woods.
Anyway, before I get back to your regularly scheduled programming, I thought I’d leave you with a few pictures (the internet equivalent of the slideshow your neighbors force you to sit through when they come back from their… thimble collecting trip… to… Yugoslavia). Read the rest of this entry »
In Travel, Writing on September 4, 2012 at 10:21 pm
Yet again I find myself apologizing for an extended absence, but this time I have good excuses, I swear!
Firstly, in a piece of toot-my-own-horn kind of news, I recently got a new job (unemployment, it turns out, while a great generator of free time, isn’t so great for the wallet). I officially started two weeks ago, and it’s been keeping me pretty busy, so I shall henceforth need to learn to budget my remaining free time a little better – an adjustment, to be sure, but as of today I’m resolving to make it happen.
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In Travel on August 15, 2012 at 1:54 pm
If you’ve been following my Five Sentence Fiction story over the last couple of months, you’ll know that it takes place in the Civil War-Era South. And if you’ve been stalking me lately, you’ll know that, coincidentally, I’ve also just moved to Atlanta.
Well, over the weekend my girlfriend and I got out of the city and went for a hike at Sweetwater Creek State Park, where the trails took us on a bit of a historical tour – one that turned out to be oddly relevant to my story.
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In Travel on August 8, 2012 at 10:18 am
Those of you who check my About page on a regular basis (admit it, you know you’re out there!) will notice that I’ve gone from living in Boston to living in Atlanta. Indeed, the page doesn’t lie – I’ve been down here for almost a week now, slowly waiting for my thick Yankee blood to thin so I can go running without experiencing cardiac arrest.
I went to a southern school, so hopefully that shouldn’t take too long, but I’m also waiting for something a little more important: a job. I’m near the end of a pretty lengthy application and interview process, so with any luck that shouldn’t take too long either, but in the meantime I should have plenty of time to write!*
In honor of my new living situation I feel inspired to read a little Faulkner or Twain, and maybe even blog a bit about it. But first I wanted to know: who are some of your favorite writers from the American South**? If you can’t think of any, I will accept suggestions from the English south, or from Southern Europe, or from the Canadian south (you know, America).
*Of course, the Olympics are on, so maybe I shouldn’t get too ambitious.
**Technically I’m a southern writer now, so I suppose I could be your favorite… you know, if you wanted.
In Travel, Writing on May 27, 2012 at 1:21 pm
I realize I haven’t posted in a few days, and I was sorry especially to miss the Friday Fictioneers prompt this week, but this view, from my hotel balcony, is my excuse. Let’s just call it inspiration or research or…whatever, I don’t care, my drink has arrived!
See you all next week!
In Travel, Writing on April 19, 2012 at 4:53 pm
Founder's Hall, Royal Holloway, Egham.
At the front edge of one summer, as an uncharacteristic heat settled in over Surrey’s A30, I hatched an ambitious plan. I cracked my window to let the mossy smell of drying English ground creep across my desk, I pushed aside the heaps of paper and notes that had gathered during the long semester, and I scrawled a basic map. At the bottom was the college’s Founder’s Hall and the A30 — my home base, my starting point; at the top, a shape like a lollipop to represent Windsor Castle and the straight, three mile road that leads to it from the south; and between, a wide-open space marked only by the dotted blue lines of my notebook and a series of lightly sketched landmarks, representing the vast expanse of Windsor Great Park. The plan was simple: I would cross the park and walk those five miles – or seven, or nine (nothing on my map was to scale) – until I reached the castle. Read the rest of this entry »