First Photo Published Nationally!

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My first photo was published nationally on the Washington Times 24/7 website on Tuesday, from the Michelle Obama event that came to the University of Florida campus Monday. You can see my photo credit here:

http://times247.com/articles/first-lady-event-denies-student-for-mccain-shirt

I didn’t write the caption for it, or the story posted there, but I did write an article on the event:

Sept. 17, 2012

GAINESVILLE – First lady Michelle Obama traveled to the University of Florida campus to speak to grassroots supporters Monday afternoon at the Stephen C. O’Connell Center.

Tickets became available Thursday evening and grabbed the attention of students and other Gainesville residents. The event also drew people from out of town. It was free and open to the public.

Gainesville was the first destination of two Florida cities the first lady traveled to Monday to speak. After UF, she continued on to Tallahassee.

As the line to see the first lady queued outside, supporters of Republican nominee Mitt Romney gathered by the bull gator on the corner of Stadium Road and Gale Lemerand Drive.

They held signs and shouted, “Stop the spending! Decrease the debt!”

“This is why I don’t affiliate with any party,” Marlena Kaskonrobinson said, “Because there is insanity.”

Kaskonrobinson is a freshman industrial systems engineering major at UF. She said it’s a good idea to be educated on all points of view to make an educated decision in voting, and that’s why she had a ticket to the event. She will be voting in the upcoming election.

A.J. Avriett saw the Romney supporters at the corner by the bull gator and joined them when they moved north on Gale Lemerand Drive to stand across from the long line of ticket holders awaiting entry into the Stephen C. O’Connell Center.

“I don’t want to raise my kids in a socialist America. With Obamacare and the rest of his policies that’s the direction we’re heading in,” said Avriett, a freshman psychology major at UF, “You can’t spend yourself out of debt.”

Across the street, people waited in line for hours. For Cynthia Yanez, this was the second time to hear Michelle Obama speak, the first time, she said, was in 2005. Yanez teaches special education at the School for Integrated Academics and Technologies.

Inside, the seats began to fill.
Gainesville Mayor Craig Lowe stepped onto the podium and encouraged the audience to register to vote.

“The President has had our backs,” Lowe said, “Now’s the time to show that we have his.”

The pastor prayed and the national anthem was sung.

Democratic Party Chairman Rod Smith took the stage to speak, “Four years ago it was about the changing of the guard. Now it’s about guarding the change.”

The audience chanted, “Four more years! Four more years!”

To much applause and waving, first lady Michelle Obama finally came out to speak. She said she loved her husband because of his character. She emphasized the significance Florida holds in the outcome of this election. She spoke of the importance of young people to get out there and vote, and to encourage others to do so as well.

She mentioned how her and her husband’s student loans cost more than their mortgage, and how they couldn’t do it without financial aid.

She said she believed in a strong middle class. But what it’s all about, she said, is hope for the future.

More than once, an attendee shouted, “I love you!”

The first lady responded, “I love you, too.”

Von Jacksonville nach Charlotte nach Frankfurt

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Notes from mid-second flight, somewhere over the North Atlantic, caught somewhere between no-time and all-time:


—-I saved the blond-brownie with chocolate chips that they handed out with dinner until just now. This was a bad call.



Maybe if my hunger hadn’t subsided, or if I hadn’t let the build up of looking forward to a treat before falling asleep upright with a bunch of strangers in the dark go on for so long, it wouldn’t have been such a fall from grace for the US Air food services. Okay, so they were never at “grace,” but certainly fell pretty far.


Instead of a sweet –anything–, anything I could have possibly looked forward to, I got a cookie-dough chew-square that my tongue felt must have been set to cool in a sweat-dampened sock, still scrunched and clay encrusted from the playing field at school, discarded and forgotten in the corner of the laundry room behind the washer, that none but the builder’s of the house 19 years ago had ever actually seen before.


Yes. It tasted like that.


I tucked the chew into the pocket of the seat-back in front of me, where all things like this go.


Old gum, goodnight.


___________________________


Got to admit, I’m getting nervous. Haven’t slept any this flight, ‘xcept a chunk of minutes before the first refreshments(cran-apple juice and pretzels) that came before dinner.


Okay so I had coffee after dinner — oops. But its alright. Getting things done.


Sweating my palms out with what-if wonderings of various ways I can screw up in Berlin. Or before I even make it there. What if I miss my flight from Frankfurt to Berlin? What if I can’t find the gate? Okay, I guess that one goes before the other. What if I can’t find the restroom? What if I attempt to speak German and make a total ass of myself? Why have I not learned German yet? Why was I wasting the battery life on my ipod listening to old music…


Anyway, it’ll be fine. I’ll find a sign with all the flights on it, look for the one to Berlin, see the gate number and the PEN IS SLIPPING & SLIDING BETWEEN MY FINGERS


Kind of annoying, actually…


I flew to London once, but my mother and sisters and her middle school drama classmates were with her.


–Yay one hour and 30 minutes left! They’re coming through with coffee and danishes! Yayyy…


Tomorrow’s gonna kill me..
Hallo, Berlin ich habe nicht schlafe AT ALL…


My watch still says 11:34, guess I’m losing a few hours cause the characterly azure blue of morning stands in the ovals vertical to my left and right.


I’m really getting into this book but I should really learn German. Or study my camera manual.. Oopsy..


And suddenly the planes a-buzz alight and everyone’s up! I’ve got coffee AND OJ!


I look to my left, saw the pale orange line between the lower dark blue and the above lighter blue, and I actually thought, “Does the Sun still Rise in the East?”


Not something I’m ever going to admit to again, but as this is literally the furthest I’ve ever been from everything I know(..America..the East coast) I think just this once I’ll slide it, as long as I’ve got how BRIEF that moment of questioning was(very brief, split-second, yes I know the Earth doesn’t reverse directions just because I’m on a different side of it(side? continent? — ?)


At least, I didn’t get my hopes up for the Danish. Wise, because it turned out to be a muffin top. It was warm though, in its plastic. Points.


Its blueberry, but its got a twinge of cinnamon to it. I guess that’s why the stewardess thought it was okay to call it a danish.


The cinnamon saves it though, from becoming a warm version of the what’s-inside-the-moist-sock? pastry of earlier.


Two sugars per 1/3 of a “tall” that is the entire Styrofoam cup that is the coffee.


Sometimes I drink my coffee black. Sometimes I take one sugar. You’ll want two(min.) for this.


Coffee’s gone. “Danish” gone(didn’t make it to the chewed winterfresh purgatory-slit like its predecessor — hooray!)


Why is the person in the seat behind me(and over one to the right) talking about Ground Zero? Really woman, we’re ON A PLANE.


She’s talking about how George Washington was inaugerated in the little Chapel across the street. Forgivable?


(I went there in ’05. Lots of memorabilia, firefighters’ pictures — sad.) Sad.


Way to bring me down.


I need to know what time to set my watch — the light’s all bright now, but my watch still says 12:04. Just after midnight back home.


Alright, 6:06 at destination. Watch reset. Hour more in the air. Time to crack down on dass Deutsch lernen!

A Day at the Beach

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Two mornings after I saw the band Beach House play in Jax Beach, I decided to head to Atlantic Beach. Coincidentally enough, the first people I walk up to and ask what they’re doing, the woman Hece responds, “We are building beach house.”

She was there with Deyan, and “We always do beach house,” she said.

Atlantic Beach was a pretty happening place Saturday morning, as can be expected as more and more kids get out of school for summer and the weather gets hotter and hotter.

From beach-house building, to bike-riding, to reading or running around, there’s all sorts to do in the sunshine on the sand near the ocean. Fishing, surfing, kites and boats, too, of course.

Loblolly, Between Two Houses

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There’s a reason I hadn’t heard of the Loblolly Hogtown Creek Greenway until yesterday morning, and that is that the entrance is wedged between two houses. Just North of University, on 34th,  exists these secret woods, with trails, water, and wildlife running through them.

Just North of the intersection of 34th and University.

Brightest Night, in Asheville

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Enter if you can shrug the dignity.

It was the night of the brightest full moon in 30 years, if you missed it Saturday Cinco de Mayo, stick around another 30 and maybe it’ll happen again. The Tupelo Honey Cafe had a wait, because it’s so good, so I wondered into the hipster-ist of hipster-stores — no, the hipster-ist of the hipster of hipster stores, in the hipster-capital of the East. What other could I be speaking of than the Urban Outfitters in the heart of Asheville, NC? I couldn’t stay in long, of course, I felt like I was holding my breath in there, but I did it — I went in, snapped a shot to prove, yes, it -does- exist, right there on the corner of College and some other street(oops), and yes, I survived.

The wait ended, and the egg-roll appetizer was great, but not as good as the chicken I had for dinner. Okay, so, I can’t remember the fancy name on the menu, but it came with cheesy cauliflower which I had doubts about, but turned out to be much better than expected. The desserts though, that’s the real gold. The banana pudding will nearly melt your face off with its smooth delectability, and the sweet potato creme brûlée is just too odd of a menu-item to not try out. Turns out, both are great options. You’ll appreciate the lightness of the pudding after a full meal of awesome, but the sweet potato creme brûlée is so rare and definitely worth it in my book.

As its early May, a table outside was perfect, and I had full view of the bright full moon right from the table.

Build more, Biltmore

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I couldn’t get a picture of the whole mansion, its just too big, so here’s the top of it:

The Biltmore Estate has pretty much anything anyone could want. For tourists, there are shops of all sorts, along with eateries and the most expensive restaurants in Asheville. Full tours of the mansion, including servant’s quarters, view of one of the largest organs in the world, the family bowling alley, gym, and seemingly out-of-place halloween room. The people who work in there don’t play around, they WILL yell at you for having your phone out or trying to take a picture(trust me, I know), so I apologize for my lack of insight to the inside. But, I DID get a photo of one of the creepier selections among the plethora of shops:

The View from the Biltmore Estate

The view from the Estate goes without words, I couldn’t imagine a more majestic place to sit a mansion. The Vanderbilts certainly knew what was up at property-picking time.

The gardens, of course, are wondrous as well.

There’s also a winery, and stables, and even an Inn to stay at on the Estate if you’re feeling good and fancy.