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Three nice things:
1. An historical marker across the street from my old apartment in Charleston reads, "In 1815 Captain James Wilson while drilling here for salt brine vowed he would drill to Hades if necessary. A large flow of gas was struck that ignited and burned with a huge flame, apparently fulfilling the captain's original vow." That's just hilarious. I chuckled every single time I saw that sign, and I still do when I think about it. That's the quirky history that I want to carry along.
2. I gave a rambling, scatter-brained presentation in my American Architecture class the other day, and this morning a few people class told me it was, among other things, "socially fascinating" and presented an element of "social insight" that "set the pace for the class." Neat. I did, in fact, actually just spend most of the time cracking jokes about how Martinsburg had simultaneously a fine Neoclassical synagogue and one of the largest chapters of the KKK in the 1920s.
3. Destination: Thums Up. I'm totally buying every bottle of Thums Up Jakid has available. And then I'm drinking them in a marathon of carbonated glee.
I'm sheltered in a coccoon of carefully crafted delight of my own design.
1. An historical marker across the street from my old apartment in Charleston reads, "In 1815 Captain James Wilson while drilling here for salt brine vowed he would drill to Hades if necessary. A large flow of gas was struck that ignited and burned with a huge flame, apparently fulfilling the captain's original vow." That's just hilarious. I chuckled every single time I saw that sign, and I still do when I think about it. That's the quirky history that I want to carry along.
2. I gave a rambling, scatter-brained presentation in my American Architecture class the other day, and this morning a few people class told me it was, among other things, "socially fascinating" and presented an element of "social insight" that "set the pace for the class." Neat. I did, in fact, actually just spend most of the time cracking jokes about how Martinsburg had simultaneously a fine Neoclassical synagogue and one of the largest chapters of the KKK in the 1920s.
3. Destination: Thums Up. I'm totally buying every bottle of Thums Up Jakid has available. And then I'm drinking them in a marathon of carbonated glee.
I'm sheltered in a coccoon of carefully crafted delight of my own design.