Another Time, Another Place

I dunno. Feeling summery. Need some fresh air. Maybe all the biking I've been doing has inspired me. Who knows?

Talked with Aphrodite some today; she's really nice. I might get some Dolmades at some point. Score! Turns out, she's a lover of cooking, too, so that's a good opportunity. She's also fluent in Greek, which is impressive, but it fits her background, of course. I wish I were fluent in something other than sarcasm and irony. Ah, well.

175 miles ridden after today, weather permitting.

I'm loving this. Rot in hell, music industry! The music industry is dead! Long live music! Note to industry: musicians don't need you, anymore! Ha-ha!

Deadly Ernest

You know me, he of the endless blog rebootings! I was plotting it, long ago!

Ernest "What Won't I Drink?" Hemingway would sometimes mix absinthe with champagne, and you know me, Hemingway fan/hater (in the same breath), I had to try it. And it wasn't half bad. Wasn't half good, either, but it weirdly worked. And I liked that about it, the weirdly working.

And weirdly working made me think about where I work. So, behold, the birth of a blog!