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Author: tyson

  • The drunken live in

    So, we have some time to catch up on here. I’m sitting in my room above the pub about ready to get ready for the day after a heavy night of drinking. My heads a bit swimming but for the most part things are well. Right, let’s get up to date here. The flight over…

  • The best of times and timing

    I honestly didn’t think I’d be posting any updates until I actually got across the pond…but there is so much worth writing about and I’m already starting to feel the excitement so I thought I’d share those details with you, my loyal readers. I’ve always wondered what awaited savvy businessmen on the other side of…

  • The other site of the pond, again.

    What’s up loyal blog readers? Even though I get the feeling that I’m likely writing to four people, you’re my fans, and I love everyone of you! In November of 2004 I took a trip over to England with my family to visit my brother-in-law’s parents for Christmas holiday. It was a fun experience to…

  • The protest gets competition

    Mmm, Arbys So I noticed that Arby’s has a promotion on Wednesdays where you can get something for free. As I drove by, the usual Cataldo protest was going strong, but there was a girl dressed in Arby’s chique waiving a sign back and forth advertising some sort of free food promotion. I had to…

  • The box

    I was sitting at work today lamenting over a daunting task of technology planning and while I would have been listening to music, my headphones were charging. I heard a scuffle from down the corridor and what sounded like a large carboard box being ruffled around. Then I heard the noise of dragging box down…

  • The California dream

    Zac and I returned from driving up the Pacific Coast Highway fairly late in the day. We worked our way up the windy road getting on and off the 10 as we went along trying to keep the ocean in site at all times. We had the opportunity to stop fairly frequently. Each time we…

  • The PCH

    Zac and I decided to take the Pacific Coast Highway out of Los Angeles today to get away from things. To be honest it was all quite uneventful but very beautiful. We stopped many times to watch the waves crash in on the shore and listen to the sound of the hollowing Pacific Coast. If…

  • The wild night

    There are nights and there are nights. Last night was one of those such nights. Zac had to work at an underwater photo shoot yesterday so I bummed around the apartment working on homework and catching up on blog posts. When Zac returned it was a shotgun start for the evening. We called some buddies…

  • The broken glass

    Broken glass on the “veranda” of LA I’m sitting in Zacs apartment on the 12th floor marvelling how well the sound from the street makes its way up to Zac’s window. You can hear people talking and yelling on fith street down below. Every type of conversation you could expect from a Los Angeles inner-city…

  • The landing

    Every now and then the morning before a flight simply goes perfectly. I drove to Burnsville and dropped off the dog, walked into the airport with my printed e-pass, breezed through security and made it to the gate just as they were starting pre-boarding. It was a full flight on a 757-300 with three full…