Archive for February 19th, 2007
Things got a little hectic after Christmas, so I neglected to post this. It was… baffling, to say the least!
I get some weird search phrases, but this one stood out in the crowd.
Technorati tags: keyword search, bizarre
…the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania by blynaffit
Click on the picture for the answer. Thanks to blynaffit for letting me use her picture.
See also David’s description of his city from the Flickr group “Praise and Curse of the City” two years ago:
I love that my immigrant grandparents made a life here, and my memories of their house across from the park and the museum, and hearing my grandmother’s Yiddish as a child. I love the railroad tracks and the boarded-up coal mines and the slag heaps. I love the careless accents and the affability of my neighbors’ voices. I love that there are soaring cities to the east, and endless forests to the west. I love that we still have our original chrome diners and our wonderfully awful newspaper, and one remaining human elevator operator. I love that Harry Chapin sang a silly song* about our town.
I hate that so much was lost when our city fell ill, around the time that I was born, and the youth and optimism that bled away over the years. (I love that health is returning, though.) Sometimes I hate that my city isn’t quite big enough, so that foreign films and foods and people don’t find their way here. I hate that the nearby farms are turning into housing developments, gated communities full of New Yorkers, wealthy and imprisoned. I hate the inept, corrupt and – worst of all – unimaginative public officials.
I love and hate the idea of leaving it, someday. I am Scranton.
*30,000 Pounds of Bananas.
Technorati tags: Scranton, Flickr, Harry Chapin
I blame the winter temperatures here in Toronto for sending my appetite through the roof these days. I experienced cold weather in Pennsylvania, but I wasn’t outside as much as I am now except when David and I went flying. I remember learning in my first Archaeology course that the way humans deal with cold is to warm up by eating, and I am living proof! I could easily hibernate through the rest of this winter, I’ve got my winter fat stores ready to go until the spring.
When my friend called me this afternoon to say she was preparing lamb shanks for dinner, how was I to say no? Lamb shanks! I never prepare lamb at home. In fact, today’s pork chops marked probably only the second time I made any, and that was for David (who was Jewish, but they’d eat pork and shellfish while I grew up Seventh-Day Adventist and we weren’t allowed to touch any of that, or even caffeine — strict!).
Wine and a big dinner later, the weekend is officially over… 
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