Crispy… awh Crud

Some­one brought Crispy Creme donuts into work and effec­tively killed my veggie cen­tered diet. Well actu­ally my lack of will power did most of the work. But man they looked and tasted great.

File under the this I’ve learned about Grad School before I got there is that the words “Grad School” are like garlic and crosses to tele­mar­keters. I just got off the phone with my mag­a­zine sub­scrip­tion ser­vice, which I’m just about done with, and respond­ing to the ques­tion of “What sub­scrip­tions would you like to renew” with “Actually I’m going to Grad School and not going to be draw­ing a salery” led to the fastest “haveagreatdaygoodbye” I’ve ever gotten.

Yeah, I know it’s another Generic Blog design. The back­ground will change but only once I have a chance.

new interface… new problems

blogger’s rolled out some slick new tools and I’ve yet to suc­cess­fully post since. Grrr….

we inter­rupt the panic for more Quiver

here’s another, close up, shot of my new bud Quiver the kestrel.

61 days, dear god!

i just cal­cu­lated it and as of today I have 61 days until l more to Chicago. Sept 14 is the pro­posed start date. One day less than two months. What-​have-​I-​done? The freak out has offi­cially begun. And the worst part is this com­ment isn’t a joke.

This is a pic­ture of me and my buddy Quiver. He’s an Amer­i­can kestrel Falcon, the small­est Falcon in North Amer­ica. This past Sat­ur­day, Quiver, Drea and I were out meet­ing vis­it­ing falcon watch­ers in town to meet for a mini con­ven­tion and watch the Kodak Falcons.

This is the first time I’ve ever held a bird. Drea has been vol­un­teer­ing for a number of months with Wild Wings Inc. a local non profit group that does raptor edu­ca­tional shows. That’s raptor as in bird of prey, not killer dinosaurs.

Quiver was sup­posed to spend Sat­ur­day on a perch. But he prefers to be held. And the next thing I knew, Wild Wing’s direc­tor asked me if I’d do the honors. Hope­fully this pic­ture in no way por­trays how afraid I was of break­ing the bird.

For the most part he seemed happy. The clos­est he got to a com­men­tary on han­dling skills was when he pooped on my hand.

things that should not work but do

I had one of those expe­ri­ences today. A taste that on paper shouldn’t work but does: Finger Lake Coffee Roast­ers‘ Blue­berry Cob­bler Coffee. Let’s face it, fruit and coffee are typ­i­cally two great tastes that don’t nec­es­sar­ily go great together. At least until now. Each sip is full of blue­berry good­ness. It’s like a party is going on in my mouth and everyone’s invited. Ahh Starry Nights, the cafe around the corner from my house, has off­i­cally gotten me addicted.

Add this to the long list of things I’m going to miss about Rochester.