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CNN.com - Indiana passes daylight-saving time bill courtesy of my father, who is thrilled and sees this move as Indiana’s first tenative step out of the dark ages.

You know, to me, not living there any longer, it seems like kind of a novelty. But holy crap - when I think about it, it was a hassle.

Living on the Ohio side of the state, we did the daylight savings time thing. TV and radio fell back and sprung ahead, and for the most part we shopped and worked in ohio and kentucky (both DST states) so, we always did too. School, however - situated, corn-bound on all sides more toward the center of the state - was DST-less. We called it ’slow time’ - a term likely chosen more for what it said about the residents of the non-falling-back areas than for the actual time reference. Indianapolis television stations tape-delay all programs to meet the difference. I attended elementary through high school from 9-4, my time. And confusion abounded between scheduling school functions and time with friends that lived over the ‘time-line’ (invisible, but somewhere between Bright and St.Leon - ah, the towns of my youth). It was one of the things that makes indiana unique. (you know, but there are so many others) But it’s still kind of sad, really that now it’s all over.

Today marks the last full day i will spend in Atlanta for the next week and a half. Dan and I are out and about for work first and then for vacationing, meeting CW en-route to NYC next thursday.

The itinerary goes: Athens, GA, San Francisco, New York, then back to Atlanta. A whirlwind coast-hopping tour that will include four photo shoots, one graduation celebration, shopping, much red bull and vodka, some interviewing and writing, at least one muscial performance, and very little sleep. I absolutely can’t WAIT to get going.

I will be taking lots of pictures, and will update to here and to flickr when possible.

see you later

CW. Green god.

I didn’t take this picture, but it’s so striking, i feel the need to share. CW discovered the other night that the men’s restroom at this local coffeehouse has one of those mirrors surrounded by lights. One of those blinding, operating theater lights that photographers buy/rig up when they’re shooting models and rock stars and those other select few that simply look better with glowing, supernatural pupils.

As a mortal man and every day guy, only CW could pull it off this well, I’ve got to say.

Savannah, GA. 2AM

Last weekend, we went south. A 4AM, pile-in-the-car-and-go trip straight to the heart of dixie. There was sun. And beach. And a bar full of college-age civil war reenactors. They didn’t like dan’s shoes. (or his comments about not being on the ‘winning side’)

Much more later.

I was just thinking about this today, actually. I got a 5 with a #35 written on it in ink and circled. The significance? Who knows.

Ever write your name on a dollar bill? I don’t think I have, mostly because it seems kind of pointless. (what are the chances me, or anyone else I knew would ever see that bill?) But someone thought ofanother, similar idea.

Ah, the web.

(Consequently, i tried all 3 $1 bills in my pocket, and mine was the first entry for each. Maybe this is very new…)