I don't have a lot today besides pictures on the brain but November marches on and here we are.
Earlier this month I was in Lancaster, Pa., where I drove around and creepy-stalked Amish people although I'm mostly afraid to take their pictures because I don't think it's nice.
I was obsessed with their clotheslines. Whatever, I'm obsessed with subcultures.
I ate real pumpkin pie ice cream (holy holy hoLY, so good.)
(If you look closely you can see I ate some already. I couldn't help it.)
I also, with the help of Yelp - ha, the help of Yelp, that was an accident - found some really good sushi and a very, very good Mexican restaurant downtown. I will spare you a treatise on migrant patterns and why people are moving to places they previously would likely not have lived and are opening restaurants. I'll just say you need not eat only Bob Evans and, um, other indigenous Pennsylvania foods, crap, my mind is completely blanking on Amish food right now, I suck. Anyway, I'll leave it at that.
I did a little bit of shooting too.
I'm a sucker for record stores, and carne asada tacos.
Also sushi.
The guy who created the Evolution of Dance was a speaker at the conference I was at (don't ask) and I did not come away a huge fan, have to say. I will not lapse into slander here. I will only share the following, in a moment of silence.
You're excused.







OMG....the pumpkin pie ice cream looks AMAZING!
And I love the pictures of the man dancing.....Classic. :-)
Posted by: AnnQ | November 17, 2009 at 09:08 AM
It's a good thing you didn't take any pictures of the Amish. They believe it steals their soul. Still, it's hard to care when, during a visit to a produce farm of theirs, they throw onions on top of tomatoes and yell at me when I want new tomatoes and separate bags.
Posted by: stef | November 17, 2009 at 11:48 AM