A nice festive shirt:
With a new Daringfireball T underneath:
A nice festive shirt:
With a new Daringfireball T underneath:
This year we broke our tradition of escaping Philadelphia to the bucolic surrounds of Lancaster County (read about our past adventures in 2010 here and 2009 here) and instead headed to Northampton, MA to visit Becky and Eric (formerly of Philadelphia).
The trip takes about 5 hours (in our sweet new car) but we decided to break the trip up into two parts by stopping over near Beacon, NY so we could visit the Dia: Beacon.
This is the entrance to the museum, and that's the only picture I could because of copyright restrictions on the art itself (who knew?).
The building is amazing, and the art is pretty mind-bending. I think the organization of the collection could use some work. As someone who isn't an expert on modern art the first two exhibits seemed like cliches (though I am sure they were very fine art). One included a room full of canvases painted white, and the other included materials that needed to be "activated." Activated, in this case, means put them on you and look foolish.
After those galleries, though, the art got really interested. Lots of great sculpture and even some crazy pencil drawings done directly on the museum's walls. If you're ever in the area you should check this museum out (though don't bring a big bag because they won't let you in with it.. as Marisa found out the hard way. Don't worry, she put it back in the car and was allowed into the museum).
Once we were done with the Dia: Beacon we made our way to Northampton to be greeted by our generous hosts. Our first stop was the Montague Bookmill which has a great slogan, "Books you don't need in a place you can't find." I picked up some books and a bottle of root beer.
The next day found us at the Northampton Farmers Market.
Where Becky found herself some cheese and Eric tracked down a raspberry bush.
Marisa found herself a big wooden bowl because we need another bowl.
We stopped into this antique store with this rather odd phrase on the window. I still have no idea what it means.
Deals and steals is a local discount organic food store (which is like heaven to Marisa). I bought this big Kitkat from Libya.
We went to a food co-op and Marisa thrilled at the chance to fill a jar with maple syrup (shortly after this picture was taken I drank all the maple syrup with a straw).
The Bridge of Flowers was… just as you might expect: a bridge with lots of flowers on it (which someone from a nearby apartment pointed out to us as we took pictures. They shouted from their porch, "They're just flowers!!").
Marisa, Eric, and Becky look at glacial potholes.
One thing I don't like about living in our apartment is the strict no pets policy. We enjoyed having some quality time with a nice kitty (and Spaetzle enjoyed playing with my iPad).
Spaetzle, caught in a rare moment of silence (she is a chatty kitty!).
Marisa had the bright idea to grill some pizza. We all thought she was crazy, but she assured us that if we plopped some dough on the grill good things would happen. In the face of our unanimous doubt Marisa did some research and found out that one must oil the dough before placing it on the grill.
The pizza was very good.
Eric is a fine grillmaster.
Going down the steps of Bray Tower.
Eric commanded that we think about our ideal sausage the night before we went sausage shopping. Once at the sausage counter I met the sausage I had dreamt of without even knowing it: a chicken cheddar pepperoni sausage. It was mighty tasty.
And here's my final book haul. In a rare occurrence I do believe I spent more money on this Memorial Day trip than Marisa did. Who knew?
Today was a rare summer day for me: I didn't wear a Hawaiian shirt to work! We had an event today, so I had to get gussied up.
Several people said to me, "Is that the dressiest shirt you can get that still looks like a Hawaiian shirt?"
Am I that transparent?
I preordered the new Nook from B&N. UPS said it was supposed to be delivered today. I did what anyone would: refreshed the UPS page over and over again until the status changed to delivered.
Sadly, the status didn't turn to delivered. It seems B&N told UPS to hand over the package to the Post Office for final delivery. Instead of getting it today, I should be getting it tomorrow.
I took my shirt off before realizing I hadn't taken a picture of it!
My awesome t-shirt makes a cameo appearance.
I've been asked to speak at the Wharton Web Conference (I also happen to be on the content committee of said conference, funny how that works out!) about WordPress.
I've been struggling with writing a bio for the Web site, but now I think I've got it. What do you all think of this:
Scott McNulty has been blogging for over 10 years. Over the course of that time he’s taken countless pictures of cats, met his wife at a blogger meetup, and written a couple of blogging books (“Building a WordPress Blog People Want to Read” and “Building a TypePad Blog People Want to Read”).
In addition to being crazy about blogging, Scott has an unhealthy interest in eReaders, Hawaiian shirts, Macs, and Diet Pepsi.
When not hard at work as a member of Wharton Computing, Scott pounds the keyboard stringing words together for his next tech book (coming soon to a bookstore near you).
We had a lovely Memorial Day Weekend in Northampton, MA thanks to our gracious (and very generous) hosts Becky and Eric.
Becky is my oldest blog buddy, so it was a bummer when she and Eric decided to move to Northampton. That being said, they seem to be settling in very nicely what with the plentiful sausage and ice cream opportunities (plus there I think there might be a bookstore or two around the area… but I'm not sure).
We spent Saturday in Brattleboro, VT which made me state, "I could live in Vermont." This statement was met with disbelief from my wife and our friends Becky and Eric.
Bah to them! I like Vermont, and I wouldn't mind living there.
Anyone who knows me knows I enjoy a Hawaiian shirt or 32. I like wearing them all the time, but I have nothing on John Lasseter. He has over a 1,000 of the things (plus he has way more money than I do, but that's just a tiny detail!).
Check out this interview in which part of John's collection is featured.
But if I learned anything from 13 years of Catholic school (K-12th grade, thank you very much) it is that God is constantly judging you. He knows when you're asleep, and he knows when you're doing something you shouldn't. Heck, he even knows when you're thinking about doing something you shouldn't (and even THAT is a sin).
You would think Harold Camping, the "The world is going to end on May 21st dude," would know as much but it seems he doesn't:
'On May 21, this last weekend, this is where the spiritual aspect of it really comes through. God again brought judgment on the world. We didn’t see any difference but God brought Judgment Day to bear upon the whole world. The whole world is under Judgment Day and it will continue right up until Oct. 21, 2011 and by that time the whole world will be destroyed,' he proclaimed.
At least he sticks to his convictions despite all evidence to the contrary. Isn't that what faith is all about?
Change is a constant in our lives, is it not?
It seems like only yesterday I penned my last post as Chief Blogger at Comcast (where I'm known simply as "the former Chief Blogger for Comcast Voices," brevity makes the heart grow fonder) to start my adventures (for the second time) at Wharton.
Since being back at Wharton I've moved offices 3 times. My latest is a shared office with Barry (seen hard at work in the picture above).
Hence the name of today's shirt, "Don't tell my boss."
Photo by Marisa, Shirt by Tommy Bahama (shocking, I know).
A few days ago I wore this shirt, which has been featured on Showtime's Dexter:
It would seem Lt. Baptista isn't the only fictional character who likes to rock a Tommy Bahama shirt from time to time. Marisa and I were watching Friday Night Lights on Friday (Marisa is a big fan of the show, I don't hate it) and Buddy Garrity was sporting a fine looking shirt:
You can't see the shirt too well in this picture, but you can see that my hair just looks bad. What's up with that?