Thanksgiving

Well, Turkey day came and went. We ate and stayed remarkably busy in the brisk Southeastern Ohio breezes. Here are some photo highlights:

Behold this barn we are in! Behold it!

Discussing what granite counter we're going to put in the house. Alex the granite expert renders his opinion by softly touching each sample.

Playing a friendly game of Pente together. My Dad's all like "yo dawg."

That old saying about too many cooks in the kitchen? Yeah, we don't know it either.

The thanksgiving table moments before consumption. We ate both bottles.

Becca trying to be happy (and pulling it off with relative aplomb) about the wintery weather.

We also visited with the Imhoffs, but I forgot my camera that night, and well, non DSLR-quality photos are so ... plebeian. :)

Now I'm back in Oberlin. Getting ready for a super-productive sprint to Christmas, which will be spent in Texas, Tampa, and Orlando. Carbon emissions are gonna happen. Oh yes.

In Raleigh, Updates

I'm writing to all you internet dwellers from the land of Raleigh NC. Much has happened since my last update.

First, I haven't been watching quite so many movies because I have recently become addicted to The Wire. I know, I know, I'm like 5 years late to the "oh my god the wire is so cool" party, but it's enjoyable nonetheless. Having given up on watching Fringe, it was a pleasant surprise to be greeted by a familiar face in a familiar role. Here we see Lt. Cedric Daniels of the BPD:

And here we have ... Agent Philip Broyles of the FBI:

Man, I love that face! So expressive, so distinctive, so ... unique! Anyways, watching 2 episodes of The Wire every night and then listening to Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, and Eminem all day are taking their toll. When walking about the beautiful fall streets of Oberlin I've begun shouting lines "I grew up a fuckin' screw up, got introduced to the game, got an ounce, and fuckin' blew up," or "All I want is bitches, big booty bitches, I had to sell crack so I could stack my riches!" I suspect that this trend is not for the better, so I've put a lid on it, but man, when you's got lyrics so tight that it ain't right to pack 'em all up so they don't see sunlight.

In other, non-ghetto-rap related news, I purchased a new laptop finally. I had done all the research and settled on a mid-level Asus for around $700. I went to go purchase it, and kabloomers! Sold out! I needed this for the current trip to Raleigh, so I settled for a more expensive (and higher performance) Asus G73 which has been treating me well for all of 4 days now. It's got these sweet jet exhausts in the back:

Yeah, this thing can get point five past lightspeed, and can do the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs. As you might expect, it's monstrously heavy, the power adapter is twice the size of my netbook, and according to my brother (the physics major) it can push at least 50 megawatts through the recharging cord. It's still got one of those shiny screens (they don't sell them in matte apparently) and it doesn't have an SSD, but I suppose we can't all have nice things.

So I'm gonna be here in Raleigh for the rest of the week, then for fowl day I'm heading back to the Logan-shack to bone up on some gizzards with the rest of my familial wizards. If you are in town you should come shoot milk through your nose with me. We could also just talk or something. You know.