Thursday, September 20, 2007

Oh Tommy Boy


Yesterday I was running late and was booking it to my guitar class. As I am going in the building who should come out, Tommy Emmanuel, the guitarist that I had tickets to see that night. He said something to me about a fellow guitarist, to which I replied a smile and a half hearted laugh, because I didn't recognize him. Anyways long story short, he is the mother flippin', I know Germain is not gonna be pleased, but it is true. Just imagine him in a black velvet, yes velvet, top: That is what he wore last night.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Mi casa es su casa

The outside (our front yard if you will) is decorated with some simple but classy, cultural decor: the authentic Brazialian hammock (which is rarely empty) and Tibetan prayer flags. We have, by far, the coolest apartment in Logan and possibly West of the Mississippi.


On the inside you will find Stan the studley bike on the wall, Owlbert, the owl in dangling from the ceiling, and Alfred and The Lionness adorning the wall. Some people might think that naming inanimate objects makes you crazy: we beg to differ.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Wild Life

So I guess I am making up for the pictureless blog by having way too many on this one. This is from our trip to Jackson Hole, where apparently people think it is okay to have arches made of antlers.
This is Bjorn the bear, he decided to join us on our hike for a second or two. He looked all soft and cuddly until you saw the 4 inch claws coming out of his paws.


This is the sign coming into Yellowstone, don't worry we all giggled (even the tough guys).


Just hanging out (I know I've used the joke before) in my trusty hammock that goes everywhere with me...


One morning two HUGE moose came trotting into the campground. Although you can't see it, there was a trailer parked behind Bullwinkle with a 10 ft. satellite dish , classy campers I'll tell ya.


Everyone waiting for Old Faithful to come through once again.


A picture as good as this one can not be hidden away. Our bagels were so hard it was like eating cream cheese on a slab of wood (not quite concrete)