Pittsburgh Rocks (1)


boy am I tired... but what a ride.

I'm back from PittStop, and I can't shake this fatigue off enough to write a decent blog entry. Since my friend Danielle the Photographer (not to be confused with Danielle the runner/treehugger/engineer/crime-fighter) took all the pictures, I wont go into details until I can post some of her shots.

In the meantime, check out all the knitting I got done on my brown cardigan, once I got into the rhythm of knitting-without-looking on the way down:

I might actually get to wear this before winter is over!

I was glad to find out that I can knit in the car without getting sick. That makes a long car trip a lot easier, especially when you forget your green card and have to go all the way back to Toronto from the U.S. border in the middle of the night. Oh, yes, indeedy. I can't believe the others didn't kick me out of the car when I discovered I didn't have my green card on me. The border guards were nice enough, and clearly amused by my folly, not to mention the fact that they were turning away three chicks and a dude on their way to swing dancing.

When the guy asked us what we were coming in for, Danielle got all nervous and started rambling about how we're going to a swing workshop, you know, lindy hop, you know, dancing. The guy was like, "lindy hop? is that like hip hop?" and were were like, "ehm, no," and I almost wanted to ask if we really looked like hip hop types. But I didn't, on account of my embarrassment, on account of my missing immigration documentation.

We finally rolled in to Pitt at 7 a-frickin-m, and then got lost about 4 times, but our awesome hosts Yakov and Sam kept the light on for us. Yakov is a cute undergrad who's studying to become a synagogue musician, and Sam is his dad who collects art prints and has no problem with lindy hoppers sleeping on his living room floor. They shouldn't have said "come back anytime" so much, because we just might. I swear, everyone in Pittsburgh is friendly.

And now, for no reason really, here's an autumn picture from Tuebingen, in southern Germany, where I lived for a year:


This is a view of the university clinics, at dusk sometime. There's nothing like taking a walk on a fall evening in Tuebingen and then ending up at the Weinkeller... man, I miss it.

Posted: Mon - November 15, 2004 at 08:41 AM        

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