Feel Good Friday: Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"

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My Luminous Angel Has Got My Back

The light outside my door always photographs in a way that appears somewhat intriguing.

I need to get better at photographing my littlest one more often. More tomorrow.

Five Feet High and Rising

I took this picture a few days ago.

Yesterday, the bench was completely under the water.

Enjoy some Johnny Cash.

Hermitage to Donelson, by way of downtown Nashville.

Cross that bridge, catch that bus.

Is the sidewalk a designated swimming area?

Good blues on a rainy Saturday morning.

My Jovi Girl

High Water

Shooting The Bear

Facing Briley

It's almost midnight. Standard existentialist stuff applies: Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going?

The iPod plays. The fence separates. The moon peeks through the clouds. Here's hoping that it all works out in the end.

That Page Does Not Exist

Remember when I used to use Twitter? That was fun.

My account woke up weird a couple of days ago. I would receive tweets on my phone like normal, but whenever I tried to tweet from my phone, it would create a duplicate account. I followed troubleshooting instructions to no avail and finally gave up this morning. I couldn't even get my phone to temporarily stop receiving tweets which is no good for the battery life. My frustration got the best of me and I deleted the account this morning.

I like the service too much to be done with it and will likely create a new account in a day or so. The problem is that I'm not sure I'll be able to start from scratch properly. My phone is probably still associated with a duplicate account somewhere and won't respond to a request to sync from anything that I create. We'll see. Until then, I'll just have to pretend that the Internet, along with its chatter, doesn't exist when I'm away from home. My phone will simply be a phone. No SMS. No Twitter. Just thoughts in my head to blog about later.

Have a nice day.

Found Umbrella

At the downtown transit station.

I sat down in one of the chairs to wait for my bus and noticed an unattended umbrella that someone had evidently left behind resting against a seat a few feet to my left. While considering taking a picture of it, a woman walked up and asked me if it was mine. I shook my head to answer and she smiled and picked it up. She held it out from her body and opened it, testing it for flaws. Finding it to be a perfectly healthy umbrella, she closed it back up, pulled it to her side and walked away. She had her new umbrella and I had my new picture.

Sam

My Two Favorite Banjo Players (Bobby and Steve)

Watching My Stories

The mighty Jane Q. Public made mention tonight on her blog of Bo and Hope Brady's presence on Twitter. While I'd like to say that I'm not the type to watch soap operas, I sure did watch my fair share of Days of Our Lives back in the mid-80s. My great-grandmother was a fan of the show and so when I spent a summer up on the farm where she lived, I watched with her and became more of a follower of those folks from Salem than I would ever admit to my buddies back home. (As it would turn out, they all secretly loved the show as well.)

Anyway, as linked on the Bo and Hope Brady Twitter account, here is a video montage of them getting it on kissing: