Here’s a brief update to say that I’ve been cleaning things out and tossing things away over the last few days and this morning while waiting on a video to render, I found a minicassette recorder that I took with me on my first lonely cross-country drive.
I’m not sure what category this fits into, but since the Dead Sea Scrolls are writing, this is where they go.
Coming under the heading of “It’s About Time,” the Israel Antiquities Authority has (with the help of Google) put up a great website with excellent photos of the scrolls, organized in intuitive ways.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it?s written)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
…and you’re completely invisible to Picasa.
You probably have heard about my current obsession with face tagging on Picasa, and to that end, I’ve been going through all my old folders (yes, all of them), so if you’re in my pictures, there’s a good chance I’ve face tagged you.
So Mt. Whitney wasn’t a vacation, per se, but I don”t have an “Outdoor Torture” category, so for lack of a better place to put it, some notes on my hike go here.
I’m not sure where to start, really.
We arrived Monday at around midday for our Wednesday hike (Drew had somehow gotten tickets for Papa’s birthday on the 25th, which is supposed to be impossible, given that they issue ~150 passes/day for the mountain, which always sell out almost immediately) and got a great campsite.