Sparks
This Town Ain’t Big Enough for Both of Us, 1974
Covered admirably by Siouxsie and the Banshees about ten years later.
Sparks
This Town Ain’t Big Enough for Both of Us, 1974
Covered admirably by Siouxsie and the Banshees about ten years later.
There’s just something cool about being trapped inside a dark, 140-year-old museum building waiting for a big storm to pass.
Three items for your amusement:
Posts have been few and far between lately, which should indicate that I’ve been rather busy over the past two months or so.
So what’s been going on?
Driving, mostly. I’ve been spending a lot of time in my car, not just going back and forth to Pittsburgh dealing with the new house, but also to Greensboro, where I’ve been working and interning up a storm. I’m putting in one day a week at UNCG, working on a big digitization project to which I’ll introduce you shortly. I’m also working three days a week at a local museum processing an archival collection centered around a major local historical figure. The latter gig is a grant-funded named internship, which makes it more impressive, right? Either way, I’m enjoying it. It’s a good internship — one where I’m actually learning things rather than just occupying space, making coffee, or otherwise providing slave labor.
What scares me, though, is that I’m starting to think nothing of a daily commute that’s thirty miles each way. Unfortunately, Winston-Salem is not the cultural heritage epicenter of the Piedmont Triad. Given that and all the nasty budget cuts about now, my optimism about local job prospects upon graduation is somewhat lacking.
I assume Borders and Barnes & Noble will be going belly-up soon, though. Maybe my education will at least qualify me for a job at one of their liquidation sales.
Dear Enemy
Computer One, 1983
See also Together in Electric Dreams.
While I appreciate the sentiment behind an article like this one, and while the author tries really hard to be a good road geek, I have to point out a couple of things:
Note that even numbers at the beginning usually indicate loops or bypasses, and that odd numbers usually indicate spurs into a city, but the real definition is based on the start and end points.
Sorry. It’s been a rough week. That’s all I’ve got tonight…
I thought this was a gag when I heard it mentioned on the radio this morning.
What’s really sad is that so many people are unemployed while the studio executive who signed off on this probably still has a job.