We've been checking out churches. You should try Orthodox: they sing the whole time, sit whenever they want, and the priest spends half the time behind a wall, so you get lots of time to look at all the pictures.
We've got a great view of the Cracker Cats games from our apartment. Thanks to T's opera glasses, I can even see when the blob in the middle is pitching.
If you've never seen Bison, you should definitely check out Elk Island. Even if you have seen Bison, you should most definitely check out the Royal Bison
I love seeing cricket. Every time I think I figure it out, something happens that doesn't make sense. Not that American games aren't like that: try explaining the rules of baseball sometime.
This is a little bit like the way I wish our culture was: store-brand organic fair-trade coffee, slow-food fast-food chains, bicycle traffic-jams, and trite gay-married family sitcoms.
You might have noticed that I've been putting less effort into the photos on the blog lately. I didn't know it for sure until I realized that the only postable photo I managed to take to celebrate the completion of another year of outrageous awesomeness is this one.
Have you ever been invited to a wedding via facebook, two days before the wedding was to take place? What I mean by that is, do you know anyone as awesome as Octavian and Hande?
If you're a linguist and you want to know who Frankie Manning was, imagine a joyful, energetic, 94 year old native-speaker consultant of Lindy Hop who travelled around the world helping us preserve it.
If you're a Lindy Hopper and you want to know what preserving endangered languages is like, imagine losing a Frankie Manning every month.
I have a rare talent for breaking glass. As if by magic, the only thing to slip out of the 8 bags of groceries (not to mention the pot of Kalanchoe) and smash on the ground was the fine bottle of French Wine seen here running past my feet.