Filed under: secrets
Filed under: secrets
Filed under: self indulgence
I got the job at New England Peptide!
I start on Monday morning (at 7am) as their new lab assistant. Its pretty much awesome news because I spent most of yesterday crying about various things, and all this rain is not helping my mood.
I got to Gardner (where the lab is located) a good 90 minutes before my interview was supposed to begin, so I drove around the town to look at it, and it is absolute New England perfectness. Brick buildings everywhere, coffee shops with three floors of apartments above them, municipal parks, people walking, Victorian houses, trees trees trees, and there’s even a state park right down the road from the lab.
The commute is about 35 minutes against traffic, and the view on my drive up was INSANE.
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
I want to move to Gardner. I’ll start looking for a place after work next week.
Filed under: self indulgence
Drove to Becket for the first time since I lived here :) Its amazingly fun to just hop in the car and go see my family and be with them. Its amazing to see New Englandy things like tombstones dated 170X, or leaves turning a color other than brown. Without further ado: the cottage, the graveyard, the woods of Becket, MA.
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
My aunt and uncle’s cottage:
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
I have turned over all of these rocks looking for salamanders at some point:
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
The church at the end of the road:
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
My Texas-plated car in church parking lot:
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
I grew up thinking my aunt and uncle’s cottage in the Berkshires was the best place EVER — so many rocks to turn over looking for salamanders, luna moths, frogs, a lake to swim in, a beach to build sand castles on, crazy thunderstorms, a speedboat, mothballs, mouse poop, fires, trees. I’m happy to report, my dog agrees.
Becket is about the coolest place ever.
As Jen would say, she “freaked her freak” and tore ass around the entire beach. Off leash training is the best thing ever.
Leaves floating on top of water are the best thing ever if you’re a dog.
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-11
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
By viraginity, shot with Canon PowerShot A460 at 2007-10-10
Filed under: unsolicited opinions
Filed under: self indulgence
My street (don’t park here unless you want to lose a mirror) with my house on it (we live on the bottom floor):
Not quite the ghetto, but there is an old sofa that is living next to my car.
Houses in the northeast have basements, and the older ones have “airlocks” — a small room between the door to outside, and a second one to the interior of the house:
My guy roommate’s dog, Mickey Finn:
The kitchen:
Above my bedroom door (YAR!):
My bed:
My bookcase:
My desk and white board (job hunt central), and my nerdy clock and AshCam:
I arrived in New England on Sunday evening. Whole, unlynched, unscathed, and with four healthy, unhappy animals. My Accent never faltered, my dog never peed in the car, my cats did not cry, nobody hit me, and I never felt unsafe. Three days of 10-hour driving days left me a little insane. I took to singing to the dog for a few hours there. I talked on the phone to my aunt and my friends for as long as they would tolerate me, I listened to my iPod (thanks for all of the new music, Mike — it was a sanity-saver), and I drank a whole assload of caffeinated beverages.
Without further ado, my trip pics:
Oh, the coffee. The shitty, shitty coffee.
Three days worth of greasy fast food and gas station fare. There’s a gas station bathroom in Tennessee that will never be the same…
The incredible monotony: road, truck, road, road, speedometer, road, mountain, hill, truck, truck…
The strange town names…
With naught but my animals, my phone, my friends (thanks everyone who talked to me), and my iPod to keep me sane…
Then there were amusing things along the way, like self-aware trashcans, and Tennessee-mobiles…
And very rarely, I was astounded by beauty. I give you the Memphis-Arkansas Bridge…
