The electric questioner. Answers by electricity.
The electric questioner. Answers by electricity.
The Comfort Inn we’re staying at in Birch Run has a Dr. No pinball machine, which caught my attention with this tribute to the designer’s aunt, Carmen. The machine was designed by George Gomez and released by Stern Pinball.
Picked up this kinda cool looking copy of Hard Times
We’re hanging out with an owl named Kira in Frankenmuth, Michigan.
Finished “Maus.” One of the last pages was interesting to me. I’ve never thought of a Holocaust survivor posing for a souvenir photo in a concentration camp uniform.
We recently upgraded this computer station with a new desk and chair, both Herman Miller from Facebook Marketplace. I’m loving the new desk–so wide and luxurious. I’ve been a bit surprised by the much-vaunted Aeron chair, which I’m finding to be less comfortable than my Herman Miller Celle. There’s also a bit of a cigarette musk to it that I’m still working on… but overall this has been a great improvement. This is the desk where I do most of my personal computer stuff, including working on this blog.
At Old Nation Brewing Co. in Williamston, Michigan, drinking a beer named after a Detroit cryptid I hadn’t heard of before: the “Nain Rouge,” or Red Dwarf.
The beer is solid. Apparently it won a silver medal at something called the World Beer Cup. I assume that’s prestigious.
I’m trying to finish ‘Maus’ on deadline for a book club. Today I came across a local phone number mysteriously written between the panels in my copy from the library. I immediately dialed it, and a man picked up. The call lasted about a minute. It was interesting hearing him lower his defenses and open up a bit as I explained the weird reason I was calling. But he had no idea why his phone number was in the book. We wished each other a good weekend.
It has been weirdly foggy lately, apparently because of the rapidly melting snow.
Hearts of palm at Fogo de Chao in Troy, Michigan. A “Brazilian tradition.” The best I can describe the taste is a sort of salty macaroni salad. In my defense, Camilla said that was about right.