The problem with slightly older pictures for someone in my position (that is, a recent transplant) is that they make you homesick. I saw a very large (Orthodox) Jewish extended family in Target yesterday-- and was immediately pierced with longing for my crappy but homey apartment and all of Squirrel Hill. All of the east end. I miss the 61C (the cafe, but I kind of miss the bus too now that I don't use public transportation daily) and having that kind of cozy hangout open until late. I miss stir fry with rice cakes from Rose Tea and dropping by the Sq. Hill CLP branch. I miss happy hours at Kelly's and Big Azz margaritas from Mad Mex, and not being surrounded by tacky purple.
The misadventures of a Pixburgher in Balmer, Murlan. Who also grows plants n'at.
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. -Oscar Wilde
Monday, October 11, 2010
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Because I am a (allegedly) lazy ass federal employee sucking at the teat of the taxpayer-- though I am most assuredly also a taxpayer, so I'm still trying to figure that out-- I'm home today. Though I have a lot of things to do, and I'm severely sleep deprived. So whilst I await my laundry-- and I assure you, it's not nearly all of the laundry I have to do, just the laundry that I needed to get done so that I don't have to rewear more clothes-- I finally downloaded pictures from my camera so I can start posting to Flickr again. I mean, I paid for the Pro status so I'd better use it.
The problem with slightly older pictures for someone in my position (that is, a recent transplant) is that they make you homesick. I saw a very large (Orthodox) Jewish extended family in Target yesterday-- and was immediately pierced with longing for my crappy but homey apartment and all of Squirrel Hill. All of the east end. I miss the 61C (the cafe, but I kind of miss the bus too now that I don't use public transportation daily) and having that kind of cozy hangout open until late. I miss stir fry with rice cakes from Rose Tea and dropping by the Sq. Hill CLP branch. I miss happy hours at Kelly's and Big Azz margaritas from Mad Mex, and not being surrounded by tacky purple.


The problem with slightly older pictures for someone in my position (that is, a recent transplant) is that they make you homesick. I saw a very large (Orthodox) Jewish extended family in Target yesterday-- and was immediately pierced with longing for my crappy but homey apartment and all of Squirrel Hill. All of the east end. I miss the 61C (the cafe, but I kind of miss the bus too now that I don't use public transportation daily) and having that kind of cozy hangout open until late. I miss stir fry with rice cakes from Rose Tea and dropping by the Sq. Hill CLP branch. I miss happy hours at Kelly's and Big Azz margaritas from Mad Mex, and not being surrounded by tacky purple.
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Waaargh. We miss you too.
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