hidden love motes

Well, I survived my "vacation" on Florida's Space Coast. I had forgotten how ghost townish East Coast beaches get during the off season. Of course, our off season coincides with high season for our northern neighbors. December through March should see the crowds appear and places like Ocean City, Maryland or Virginia Beach will be deserted. This week, for the most part, it was just us and some surfers out each day.

DVR'd and watched 3 days of dancing with the stars, which was basically 5 hours of shaking, spinning, and sequins. Can't help it, I like dancing. I love it when the fall season starts. Then the good stuff comes back: Survivor, Boston Legal, Amazing Race, Chuck, etc.

I watched the first presidental debate and got out of it exactly what I thought I would... me hollering at the TV, "Good point...BUT THAT WASN'T THE QUESTION!!!"
Leher: "Senator Obama, which of your priorities would you cut if the financal crisis continues?"
Obama: "Well, you know, Senator McCain supported us going into Iraq, which I, of course, opposed."
Leher: "Senator McCain, which of your priorities would you cut if the financal crisis continues?"
McCain: "Well, honestly, I don't think Senator Obama understands the difference between a strategy and a tactic."
Basically I took away from the first debate that McCain wants us to understand that he understands and Obama doesn't, but he is dead set against spelling out exactly what it is that he thinks he gets. And I figure Obama's main point was that McCain was an enabler of all the sins of the Bush administration, of which there are far too many to count and that he was against 'em all from the start because he's, well, you know, smart.

Hidden love motes is a partial line from a song by a guy I know. I couldn't remember the last time I heard "mote" in a song. I did read The Mote in God's Eye, a long time ago. For what that's worth. I mean, I did used to read a lot. I still do, but it is all newspapers and magazines. I am pretty knowledgable for it, but I miss reading for pleasure.

Been holding off for a few days now waiting for something to strike my fancy for blogging. Nothing has. Been home a few weeks, so things are all routine again. I am home again next week, then off to Guatemala for a week. Guatemala better be good because I gave up 2 weeks in Amsterdam for 5 days there. I have a hotel smack dab in the center of Zona 10, aka Zona Viva (The lively zone). To be all that lively, there is suprisingly little I can find on google to link to to make you some kind of jealous. Mostly just comes up with hotel info. Maybe, as the lol cats would say, UR doin it rong.

Anyway, might as well take the time do add a few pictures from the last couple of weeks. Then I will slink back over to the dark(-ish) side for a while and wait to blog again. Oh yeah, after listening to DBT's Dirty South about a gazillion times I had a brainstorm and went to Netflix and ordered the original Walking Tall with Joe Don Baker. Yeah, let's see that big ass stick.

You don't know my wife, but if you did you'd know that this is completely out of character for her. As she once said to me, "Teelac. I cannot to be farmer."

Have you met my kind benefactor, Noriko? WHOA!, bub. That's close enough. I didn't hear the lady ask you over.

The camera adds 10 pounds but the, um, digital camera adds about forty.

From the balcony of my hotel room.With the wind in my free flowing hair.Proof positive that I am still a sixteen year old at heart. Remember how many of your high school photos found you posing like this? What do you mean it was just me???

Country first, before 3rd favorite local restaurant.
A great Indian meal. That pita-looking bread beside the water glass has 3 different kinds of hot pepper baked into it.

Owwmykneecap, out
Ramblin' Ed