Saturday, September 22, 2007

Pavement is the new everything

First off, let me apologize profusely for not trumpeting the birth of my sister's son, Sullivan. (Lliv, for short. That's pronounced "Yiv," out of homage to our Latino heritage. "Me llamo Lliv. Y tu?") I know, I know, I should have gotten off my duff and made some sort of announcement. And here it is.

I'm in the Philadelphia suburbs this weekend. When I'm here, my weekends consist of me waiting, with varying levels of patience, for the workweek to resume. This weekend is no different. I started out the day with a bowl of oatmeal, a pot of coffee, and the television remote control. I was flipping through the channels and happened across HGTV, where I saw the face of someone I knew staring back at me. No one else would know him -- he used to hit on me at parties in Minneapolis. It turns out that he redid his yard with the assistance of a modern-day Jean-Baptiste de La Quintinie. The La Quintinie of pavement, anyway. What is the attraction of a paved yard, other than that it allows you to be even lazier than usual?

Hmm, more rambling than usual....

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