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A Tradition, Belated
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Monday, February 19, 2007
8:55:00 AM EST
Hearing All Kinds of Time -- Fountains of Wayne

So, as earlier noted, I was smart enough to bring a camera with me to Boston, but not smart enough to remember to put in the data card, so all the pictures I took were in the camera's internal memory, and the cord I needed to extract them I had left at home. And this is why I am posting my traditional "here's the view out my hotel window" picture three days after I took it, now that I'm back at home. Anticlimactic, I know.
This, incidentally, is a view of south Boston, in what some assured me was the business district and others equally assured me was a placed I would be mugged if I left the hotel. I don't think it seemed particularly dangerous, myself, but neither did it seem particularly populated -- there wasn't much of a neighborhood surrounding the hotel and any restaurants, etc, seemed like a taxi ride away. As a result, I spent all of the weekend within the hotel itself. Fortunately, it was a nice hotel -- and stocked with people I knew and liked! It's nice when that happens.
Anyway, once I got my ticketing snafu cleared up yesterday, my flight back from Boston was actually pleasant and uneventful, and now here I am, enjoying my President's Day holiday. Hope you all are doing equally well.
Written by johnmscalzi Blog about this entry
8:55:00 AM EST
Hearing All Kinds of Time -- Fountains of Wayne
A Tradition, Belated

So, as earlier noted, I was smart enough to bring a camera with me to Boston, but not smart enough to remember to put in the data card, so all the pictures I took were in the camera's internal memory, and the cord I needed to extract them I had left at home. And this is why I am posting my traditional "here's the view out my hotel window" picture three days after I took it, now that I'm back at home. Anticlimactic, I know.
This, incidentally, is a view of south Boston, in what some assured me was the business district and others equally assured me was a placed I would be mugged if I left the hotel. I don't think it seemed particularly dangerous, myself, but neither did it seem particularly populated -- there wasn't much of a neighborhood surrounding the hotel and any restaurants, etc, seemed like a taxi ride away. As a result, I spent all of the weekend within the hotel itself. Fortunately, it was a nice hotel -- and stocked with people I knew and liked! It's nice when that happens.
Anyway, once I got my ticketing snafu cleared up yesterday, my flight back from Boston was actually pleasant and uneventful, and now here I am, enjoying my President's Day holiday. Hope you all are doing equally well.
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Pretty cool Pic. :)
http://journals.aol.com/mrsm711/LatteDah/ Tracy -
Dude, you needed to remember to close your laptop before you took the picture. If you look real close, you can see the page you were viewing at the time. And let me tell you, bacon and cats is a little odd, but when you combine bacon with naked Jewish midgets...it's just not right, man.
-Paul
http://journals.aol.ca/plittle/AuroraWalkingVacation/
2/19/07 7:19 PM
And, why is there a human head in the mini bar?
-Dan
http://journals.aol.com/dpoem