Things are a bit uncertain around the foreign office these days. There’s a potential job near Munich, a deadline looming, a simmering discontent over the status quo and a lack of certainty around what to do about it. If that sounds exceedingly vague, well, that’s entirely appropriate. Some of us are wandering around the apartment …
I don’t know that I’d have picked Antwerp as a destination were it not for the generous invitation of Di and her Belgian. Ryan Air is annoying but undeniably cheap and what am I doing in Austria that’s so important? Nothing. I booked a ticket and drove myself to the airport. Anything I have to …
…so I’m going to Belgium. Antwerp, to be exact. In the meantime, think about either submitting your audio file or captioning a cow.
Update: This is a recycled post from 2006. The project did happen. It’s called “There’s no place like it” and it’s here. Hey you disaffected disinclined expatriates, wanna be expatriates, travelers, and non-travelers out there! Hey! Hello! I’ve been listening to a lot of experimental audio lately. And I’d like to try mixing a little …
Because there’s no cable in the meadow. You’d be so pretty if you’d just get that hair out of your eyes. It’s not THAT bad – the other cows won’t even NOTICE. Now you. [tags]caption contest, horns[/tags]
I am irrationally fond of llamas. When J asked me what I wanted to do with the afternoon, I said, “Let’s go see the llamas.” It snowed up high. When the sky lifted yesterday afternoon, you could see that all the peaks around us were dusted with white. It’s Fall. You can feel it in …