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July 24, 2005

Dog days ...


Dog days ...
Originally uploaded by Suffering the Benz.
A haze hangs over Melton Hill Lake as the summer heat begins to settle in for the day. It's been so hot recently that Xena spends her days moving from one air conditioning vent to another, trying to stay cool. A few more photos of this morning's trip to the lake are here.

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July 22, 2005

When divas go redneck ...

Leanne has written a neat piece for Salon.com that's worth checking out.

To quote Leanne:

"Redneck culture has been edging toward a major comeback for a while, and it has seeped way beyond the Southern states; there's a ranch-owning Texan in the White House, a much-ballyhooed "Dukes of Hazzard" feature film headed for theaters and a NASCAR track planned for New York. Crossover divas are out; the New South of Shania Twain and GOP-lite Democrats like Al Gore is over. The Old South of Bo Bice, the Lynyrd Skynyrd-esque runner-up on 'American Idol,' and conservative Republicans like Bill Frist is the new new thing."

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July 21, 2005

Drop the puck


Drop the puck
Originally uploaded by Suffering the Benz.
I was in Toronto on business this week (great city, swimming in diversity), and it didn't take long to realize Canadians are thrilled to have the NHL heading back to the ice.

I saw this mural in a parking lot off King Street, and when I walked past the Air Canada Centre on my way to the bay, there were signs everywhere advertising tickets for the upcoming season.

Then I stopped at a Candian Imperial Bank of Commerce branch to withdraw $60 dollars. Scrawled across one of my colorful Canadian 20 dollar bills was the phrase: "Go Habs Go!"

While I suspect Leafs fans would have been miffed by this ode to the hated Canadiens, I got a charge out of it.

As for me, I have the NHL in my mental penalty box. I'm determined to boycott the season and I'm still pissed about the way the league and players insulted fans with that stupid lockout. But I suspect I'll come around when those toothless Canadians start beating the hell of of each other this season.

I uploaded a few more Toronto photos here ...

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July 17, 2005

Boulder Canyon hike


Boulder Canyon hike
Originally uploaded by Suffering the Benz.
A view of Boulder Creek gushing down through Boulder Canyon.

I hiked up the trail each morning while I was in town. I tend to wake up at 6 a.m. Eastern time no matter where I am, so instead of sitting there and looking at the hotel walls, I got up and walked. It's been a while since I hiked in the West. Much different from Tennessee. I love that pine smell. And it's so dry, I'd hardly sweat at all on the trail, but when I got back to my hotel room, I'd suddently get drenched.

I also got a charge out of the cultural differences. When I encounter someone on a Tennessee trail, the encounter bursts into a "How you doin'?" and ends up in a conversation. In Boulder, it took the form of a curt but neighborly nod. Yes, I acknowledge there is another human here in front of me. But I refuse to do so in a way that would compromise my Western cool.

Damn. I do miss the West ...

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Doing bongs in Boulder ...

After getting accosted by a group of drunken newspaper publishers who demanded all of my cigars on Tuesday night, I found myself in Boulder without any smokes left on Wednesday. I was on a mission to find more.

This is easier said than done in a town that doesn't permit smoking indoors and generally frowns on it outdoors. Of course, as soon as we stepped out of our hotel, we could smell pot smoke. But tobacco. That's another story.

So I walked up and down the Pearl Street Mall in a fruitless search for cigars. Until I came to a place that left me with a glimmer of hope.

Mile High Pipe & Tobacco.

Clearly, the place was a head shop. But maybe they just happened to sell cigars, too.

So I walked in, where the first person I met was a sales rep at the local paper, which we own. Mile High Pipe & Tabacco is one of his accounts (only in Boulder ...). He recognized me immediately, and he smiled knowingly as I explained I was looking for cigars.

Sure. Sure you are.

After being told there were no cigars to be had, I trundled back to the hotel, defeated.

But my travails didn't end there. The sales rep apparently thought it worthwhile to tell everyone at the paper that he met me in the local head shop that day.

Which left me to explain, in front of a group of militant, heckling publishers, that I was merely looking for cigars. Not bongs. Not hash pipes. Not rolling papers. Just cigars.

Sure. Sure you were.

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And the living is easy ...

My buddy Ken went on his annual diving trip, this time in Grand Turk. The photos he took are stunning, and he provides details on each one in the slide show he created. Even if you're not a diver, this is worth checking out ...


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July 10, 2005

Lara takes aim ...

During a recent blogger party that Michael Silence threw, Lara was telling Les and SayUncle how much she'd like to fire a gun. Needless to say, the prospect made me immensely nervous. Lara. Guns. Hmmmm. Maybe I should sit this one out.

So Les and SayUncle set up a shooting lesson for her. And I decided to tag along to see how it went. She took to it quickly. The guys gave us a gun safety course before we went out on the range and they explained each gun to us and gave us tips on shooting straight. We didn't do badly for novices.

Lara started with a .22 but quickly became enamored of the .357. She's now determined to go to the range on Tuesdays, which is Ladies Night (women shoot free) and try various guns to find the right one.

I uploaded several photos from Sunday, including an odd shot of Michael Silence shooting a .22 with a silencer on it. Some headline writer could have a blast with that.

Much thanks to Les and SayUncle. We had a great time ...

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July 4, 2005

Another day, more LBJ ...

Lorna and Ben came to visit this weekend, giving them an opportunity to hang out with LBJ.

Lorna lived with us two summers ago, when she was an intern in our online group. After two years of intensive therapy, she's almost recovered. Ben is her Mr. Fixit boyfriend.

We invited several other folks over on Saturday night, and everyone got a chance to hang with LBJ. Just click here to go to the gallery with the latest photos ...

We're now up to 159 photos in the LBJ and Me gallery. I think it's officially become an obsession.

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July 3, 2005

Radio free Europe ...

I still have a lot of random thoughts and observations percolating around my head in the wake of my Europe trip. Here are a few ...

  • "We can't leave the world to the Chinese and the Americans." An EU Constitution backer, quoted on BBC World Service on the day the Netherlands voted down the Constitution.
  • Dutch jenever -- I tried a shot of this at a cafe in Amsterdam (well, several shots, if truth be told). I really liked it. It was much smoother than I expected it to be. I think I was expecting something more gin-like, but ti was different. A cleaner taste.
  • The Man with Three Faces -- or Kolme Naoga Mees in Estonian, was my favorite watering hole in Tallinn. It had a shadowy, hipster thing going on. Like many of Tallinn's medieval spaces, it was dark, subterranean even. And they had absinthe, which I took full advantage of. They also had a very cool ceramic fireplace ...
  • Caught an exhibition of expressionist Egon Schiele's work at the Van Gogh museum. I liked it. I think. Very disturbing. It was cool the way they wove performance pieces into the exhibit.
  • Loved the Van Gogh museum. It was incredible to move through the galleries and watch how he progressed from somber, dour works like "The Potato-Eaters" to the explosions of color and electricity that radiated from his later efforts.
  • City break destinations. This is the first time I encountered the term, in this case describing Tallinn. It generally seems to apply to European weekend destinations, preferably in cities where prices are low. I think the dawn of discount airlines in Europe gave this idea a big boost.
  • The death of travelers cheques: I started wondering if omnipresent ATMs will eventually lead to the extinction of travelers cheques. Why bother with those cumbersome things when you can walk up to an ATM anywhere in the word and extract cash on demand? After getting my bank statement, though, I'm having second thoughts. The fees for ATM withdrawals are pretty stiff.
  • Eten en drinken. The motto of Herberg Hooghoudt, where Lara and I had a great Dutch meal. It was just down the street from our hotel ..
  • Land of contrasts: Interesting, the difference between medieval Estonia, still standing, and the Soviet-era crumbling crap that surrounds the old city. The Estonians are turning their ancient history into a vibrant tourist economy while the Soviet stuff struggles to survive a mere 50 years.
  • The rat race: We arrived in Tallinn in time to catch the Rat Race, during which folks with cell phones and briefcases run through the streets of the old city. It was pretty amusing ...
  • French bread: During the cab ride from De Gaulle into Paris, we passed what appeared to be a minor accident. A woman was talking to a policeman while a man stood on the corner across the street. clutching a two-foot-long baguette in one hand and watching the proceedings intently. It was the first of many baguette sightings while we were in Paris.
  • Ross Mayfield was in Estonia recently and has an interesting post in his blog arguing for a more open attitude toward outsiders. I think he's right, but I also can understand why Estonians might be a bit xenophobic. They've been occupied for the majority of their history and have only been free of Soviet domination for a little over a decade. I think the country still is 30 or 40% Russian ethnically.
  • Helsinki: Our daytrip to Finland was cool, literally and figuratively. We weren't really prepared for how cold it would be in June. Two young women who were selling tickets for a boat cruise burst out laughing when they tried to pitch us on a "summer tour." Clearly, the weather wasn't much like summer. But the tour was great. Helsinki is surrounded by islands, many of which have houses, each with its own sauna next to the sea.
  • Two drunken Finns: Our neighbors in Tallinn were a pair of drunken Finnish car salesman who were in town to party. A lot of Finns come to Tallinn to drink, where it's alcohol and most everything is cheaper than it is across the Baltic Sea in Finland. They were nice guys. At first, we thought they were gay, but then they started explaining to Lara the wonders of the sauna, or "sow-na" as it's pronounced in Finland. The upshot was that there are few experiences more sublime for an American woman than to suana with a Finnish man. Fortunately, Lara declined the offer. But they managed to make it without causing offense.
  • Perpetual dusk: The long days in Tallinn and Helsinki were really disorienting. We'd be out and about and suddenly realize it was 11 p.m. But it wasn't dark. Wasn't quite light, either. The nights were a bizarre twilight and I don't think I ever saw it get truly dark.

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A martyr for business travelers ...

After I posted a note about Glenbot's airline plight the other day, things went from bad to worse. When all was said and done, business travelers were blesssed with a new patron saint: Glenbot, the Martyr of Memphis.

It seems Glenbot's connecting flight from Memphis to Knoxville was canceled. (His post from the Memphis airport at 1:27 a.m. brought a tear to my eyes.) He then tried to get home through Atlanta, to no avail. He ended up being routed through Detroit and finally home.

And to rub it in, the bastards lost his luggage.

There is no justice ...

Posted by Bob Benz at 11:51 AM | Comments (1)

July 1, 2005

Angst of the frequent flier ...

It's hard to describe the cramped drudgery frequent fliers face these days, especially if you are tall and trying to cram your frame into the cruel confines of a coach seat. But this photo by Glenbot captures it in a single frame. It's a work of art ...

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