At the gas pump

Spent over $32 on gas at the pump yesterday, but the worst part is I still had 2 gallons left! I could've gone another week easy!

Pillowfight!

My little cousin's creation.

Conserve if you can...

My low-fuel indicator and I were tearfully reunited today after over a month of bicycling, a week off, and virtual house-arrest. I last filled up on August 22 for $2.59/gal. Next up: a tearful reunion at the gas pump.

No Direction Home

Finished watching the PBS special on Bob Dylan last night. Truthfully, I never thought he could sing or play the harmonica very well. But I was inspired by his story and his songs. I learned three things that encouraged me in my own musical endeavours:
1. You can invent a genre if there is none to suit you.
2. Songs about universal issues of life are worth more than wishy-washy love songs.
3. You only need to be good enough to play your own songs.
4. I am probably eccentric enough to be a rock star.
I gotta go work on my guitar skills now.

First post. Wanted a blog for a while though making it interesting will be a small challenge.