Incognito and The Phantom

Happy Halloween!

Quite Frankly

A breath of fresh air, this clip takes place at the end of Modern Times, which I suggest anyone see in full if they haven't. If you are familiar with any romance languages you might be tempted to translate/understand the lyrics--good luck. It is mostly gibberish. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do:

McCoy Next Door

Since I still have no camera, I cannot quite bring to you the moments of my current days. Instead, I thought I would share something of the recent past. Since moving to Chapel Hill, M. and I have worried about the lack of arts and culture in small town life. Much to our pleasant surprise there is a lot of access, especially in conjunction with the university. In particular, memorial hall (pictured below) on campus brings some remarkable acts.

Tickets cost $10 for students (+1).  We have already been twice, most notably to see McCoy Tyner (again, below).

If you don't know who this man is, look him up and more importantly find some of his music to listen to. Of course, the performance was phenomenal, but the opportunity to see one of the jazz greats (he is former member of the John Coltrane Quartet), well....In the coming months we are looking forward to seeing Jazz at Lincoln Center with Wynton Marsalis, the St. Petersburg Orchestra, and others. Not bad for a small southern town.

A Dash of Humility

 This man, 50 year old Jurgen Mennel (unknown to me before today), has just completed a 2,200 km run from Germany to Athens to commemorate the 2,500 year anniversary of the battle of marathon (at the end of which the marathon origin story took place). Granted, he is a professional ultra-marathoner, but still. By the way, he did this run in 30 days.

Here we go,,,,(or at least I)

"Hmm..." was N's cordial response to the reverend's suggestion. "I suppose I could start a blog." Three weeks and some difficult template choices, later, we (or I) cut the ribbon.

Until I am convinced that at least one viewer exists, I will continue to have a very difficult time knowing what pronouns to use.

Anyway, upon some hasty consideration I decided that the reverend's suggestion was worth action, and here we are. As all mediocre things, we (or I) should begin with an introduction:
My intention is to allow others (maybe), especially friends and family, a view into my life and thoughts (and perhaps some of M's too). This could be disastrous--did I mention my decision to begin blogging was hasty? Some of what is to come will likely appear banal to everyone,,,except me. So I ask for your forgiveness for such postings in advance. 

Anyway, my inner voice is telling me to shut up now. Here are some photos from the end of August, when N and M went up to the Smokies with M's parents. enjoy:

sad little waterfall

wild blueberries are delicious

apparently, these are mountains??

some people never change

sure, I am being self indulgent.