For those of you stateside, I might recommend checking out Ten Days on the History Channel next week. They cover ten nasty, formative moments in US history.
Antietam, Scopes Trial, Letter from Einstein, and the Day of Freedom being the ones I’d most like to see, all of them seem very interesting.
(Hint: if you want to watch the online videos, try clicking on “click to play” twice and you should skip over that gawd-awful Mastercard fratboy shtick.)
Hey I can see my house from here
Thomas, my wayward upstairs neighbor IMed me the news that Google Earth has upped the resolution in Germany. As tickled as I was, we both still agreed it is an old image of our house — I reckon about two girlfriends ago. The damning evidence is the telltale yellow lids of the recyclables bins; they were set beneath my computer room window, whereas they’ve been standing on the other side of the garden now for maybe three years.
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Severus, please.
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It was later on in the evening that I remembered that there was a strange backpack left in the stairwell since about the same time as we had our midnight visitor.
I fetched it and looked inside.
No camera. But what I did find got my heart beating…
My camera has been stolen.
Last week, on a night where I stayed over at my girlfriend’s, my roomie woke up to find some guy hovering around in the room in the dark.
“Sorry,” said guy, “your door was open… I just wanted to see if everything was alright.” exeunt.
That weekend, it snowed blankets.
“Damn,” said I, “It’s Mother Russland. I’m gonna take me a picture.”
That didn’t happen. After searching the pad furiously for sometime, retracing my steps and everything, it dawned on me that my camera had moved upstate to a nice farm where it can run around and take pictures of snow all winter long.
It was a long while before I fell asleep that night, wondering what kind of jerk would pull that kind of thing on a guy like me and what else he might have done had my roomate not woken up.
stay tuned…