River of Play

Time and the End of It All

I mean to update this space more often, but the living of life has gotten a bit more tricky.

First off, my parents were here this past week, which complicated everything. We expect a better routine and flow, now. Ah, and I turned in a draft of my comps. The field comps are, um, embarrassing. By which I mean way, way too long. Close to the epic scale of D's comps, but only for the field. The focus comps were mostly to scale. 

We took the youngest miss to the emergency room yesterday. Red bits had appeared in her diaper, so when we called the pediatrician's office they rushed us off to the hospital. Not to worry. A bit of constipation had her straining... Oy. I knew we'd spend a lot of time talking about that end of the girl, but it's really kind of hilarious. Color. Volume. Consistency. Of course, I'm somewhat used to this because I scoop the cats' litter (would the whole tray clump if, oh, an adult human pissed in there?), so close attention to excreta is part of my life. 

Let's see... what else? Right. With the comps now infecting my committee members, I can turn toward my diss project. So I get to read, do research, and generally not have to worry about footnotes as I write. A very nice feeling. 

The tasting of lots of stout, galacatogic beers helps with the nice feeling, too.  

Deriving Pictures

I took a lot of pictures (though not as many as I wanted to because the camera kept telling me that I couldn't use the chip. I found that a 20 minute wait would clear things up, but if anyone has any suggestions on how to avoid this with the Coolpix, let me know). To keep the post from blowing up, I'll break the experiment into two posts. So, with this one, we start out:

Home. D and I.

On the way to the meeting site, my neighborhood wants me to know that it's watching out for itself:

Maybe on the lookout for, oh, monsters:

This used to be the very farthest edge of town. Maps from the late nineteenth century show some windbreak trees and houses entirely alone on a block:

Some of the hardy souls fortifying themselves:

Looking south, there used to be farms:

Uncaptioned:

A sidewalk from before the era of sidewalk codes:

Lincoln extends south after WWII:

Humanity not able to make up its mind about landscape and bucolic escape:

Or its own entertainment:

A Driveby

The derive went well. I'll post pictures and some writing, but we're about to head out to run errands. I'm posting a few points of interest. I should have better material later today. Or tomorrow. We'll see...

I've been touched by the continuing memorials for Mike Wieringo.

A fun blog with a greenish tint. 

Yesterday's schedule? South Brewsky's, south of Bryan LGH, over west of the Haymarket, down O street to the closed Sandy's, beer at Yia Yia's, dinner at BisonWitches, the Celebrate Lincoln Festival (for a fun Irish band), out to The Hulk, home for the brief storm. Whew. Mostly on foot, and, damn, what fun!