The sun is starting to make appearances more often, but the last few days have been below zero degrees Fahrenheit. It’s hard to not be a little optimistic that warmth will soon return when the ice around me begins to melt away. My optimism was somewhat squelched by the subzero days that followed, but this week promises we will see temperatures rise above 30 degrees soon, even if it’s temporary it will be a ray of warmth in an otherwise very cold winter.
Hello, Book Bag and Coffee Cup. Good morning, Purple Scarf and BlackBerry.
You are correct: I’m a selfish asshole, but that isn’t why I’m sitting in a seat on the bus with my bag next to me as I was holding it for my imaginary friend.
I’m sitting like a jackass because Iowa City Transit hasn’t consulted a ruler or some other magical measuring device to know they have reduced the seat space too far and now accommodate fewer passengers on the goddamned bus. Brilliant move, dicks.
So if you want to sit next to me, North Face and Scrubs, you can sure as shit try, but don’t look all indignant when you sit halfway in the aisle because I’m taking too much room. Take it up with the Bus People, and good-day.
I SAID GOOD-DAY.
As the radioman says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us,
And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet
There are days where I really luck out on my lunch hour and get to catch a performance in the rain.
This fellow is named Alan, and he is banned from a local corner store called The Den after a feud with the owner who sounds like a bit of a dick if you ask me. Alan is a ramblin’ man, with calloused hands, a thick head of hair, and a beautiful guitar that he accompanies through a variety of music perfect for hearing on a rainy day.
I was fortunate enough to catch an admittedly poor recording of one of his original tunes and I enjoyed meeting him. He’s never met an Emory before, and it pleased me to be the first.
It’s getting cozy out there. Someone set us up the yarn bomb!
Truly a glorious day in the Iowa City PedMall – the trees have been knitted their cozys for the arriving winter months!
I have about 18 more to share that will end up being a final gallery on my photo blog, but wanted to give a sneak preview of what it’s like out there.
It looks gooooood.
Iowa City’s City Council and a possible repeal of the 21-only ordinance were the only items on the ballot – it’s Coralville’s City Council that I’m especially anxious about, though.