Search for #PubCampGA on flickr to find’em. I’ve already met several people in public broadcasting from Georgia and Alabama, educators from around Georgia, and some students. I look forward to meeting more people from different backgrounds.
Crossposted at DV for Teachers
The coffee was extra good for some reason today – maybe the preceding 9.5 hours of sleep helped. Gracie goes briefly to the vet for routine maintenance, I go pick up some newly-dry-mounted artwork at the bro-in-law’s frame shop, and we visit the neighbor who’s in the hospital (she’s just fine. Whew.). Then tonight to Manuel’s Tavern for another friend’s improv show. Life is so good at the moment.
Three feast on Buford Highway for $42 | Omnivore Atlanta.
I am going to eat at this place, and very soon. Close to home, and looks fabulous.
The AJC reports that The Advocate ranks Atlanta as America’s gayest city! This makes me happy. There are several criteria apparently, and as a straight myself, I’m unaware of many of them—but it turns out Atlanta is gayer than San Francisco or New York! I’ll have to tell Tom Price, my Congressman. It should make him feel happy too.
It’s a foggy warmish Monday morning. I found this displayed in the window of a clothing shop one block away from my office. First I’ve heard of this.
A small slice of my commute, paralleling GA 400 between the stations at Buckhead and near Northside Hospital.
We had unprecedented amounts of water running into the culvert in our front yard, but nothing like what happened in other places around Atlanta.
I want to eat these Two tasty things that Creative Loafing’s Omnivore blog writes about.
My particular friend Stefan, an attorney who throws pots, was interviewed in the local free weekly after some of his work was in a gallery show in Decatur.
Strolling the stalls at the Art•B•Que show in Avondale Estates east of the city. Immediately found Jason drawing Monsters And Robots I Have Known. See more of Jason’s work at his Red Rocket Farm website. Very fun stuff.
Update: corrected link to Jason’s website.
Twice a day for nearly twelve years, Ive seen this view looking north walking between work and the train station. I like this view… though I still dont think the Coke sign adds anything worth seeing. For one thing, the clock has been wrong since the rest of us sprang forward about two months ago.
In concert at St. Bartholomew Episcopal Church. Renaissance and modern choral works, sung with beauty and real appreciation. A lovely concert.
Outside the Montag freshman dorm on the campus of Georgia Tech, 11:03 this morning.
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Peachtree Street at Upper Wall Street, 11:36 a.m.
Saturday is one of two days a year that Decatur accepts just about any kind of electronics for recycling. We’ve got an old coffee maker that’s missing the carafe, a decrepit PC with a bad power supply, some old big batteries, cell phones, and some other odds and ends. Some of these things are toxic, and we don’t want them in landfills, and we’re very glad Decatur provides this opportunity.
You can probably do this in your town. Search for recycling centers in or near your zip code at Earth911.com.
These guys are terrific—amazing energy, great musicianship. They play the hell out of it.
An interesting commute on the train this morning. Well down the platform from where I came up, a guy was yelling and cursing at someone I couldn’t see. He stopped after I think less than a minute. I felt a little anxious and hoped it wouldn’t be a fight, but nothing came of it. I hoped he was just having a bad morning, but I also thought that he must have some real issues elsewhere in his life to make such a scene in a place like this. I’ve ridden the train almost every working day for ten years, and can count incidents like this on one hand. The guy, apparently calm now, eased toward my end of the platform and ended up on the same car I did, standing near a door though there were empty seats, reading a newspaper. I lost track of him as I read some news on my laptop. 
As the ride progressed, In the seats ahead of me two people realized they’d been neighbors for years, knew people in common, and had a small old-home week. It was great hearing them make friends, sharing stories and laughing. It was nice to be near.
I thought about how lost tempers are probably more likely on driving commutes, and chances to get to know a neighbor and have a good time are pretty rare. I really like riding the train.
Watching the Yellow Jackets beat up (sloppily) on the Duke Blue Devils. Ten minutes to go in the 4th quarter, Tech is up 17-0. Go Jackets! And happy 50th to me!
Update: 27-0 final score and a photo.
Later update: Finally got the photo up; the WordPress client on my iPhone wouldn’t behave. Meh.
