Hallpass

A passport to the labyrinthine corridors of Pete Hall's mind.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Gaaaggggagahhh

I hate bats. Fucking hate em.

Sitting here looking for jobs. Something flits through my peripheral vision. I thinks, "That wuz an awfully large moth."

Two hours of Elmer Fudd-, though more profane, style hunting, and the fucker's out the door. He left with his life. I sustained a bent curtain rod, knocked a picture off the kitchen wall and broke the roller extension pole I've been using to paint the hallway.

This is bat number five or six since we've moved into this house, and the most destructive eviction so far. April swears its because I leave the basement or attic doors open, but they've been closed all day. Doesn't make me feel any better.

First bat experience here: Home from the bar with a friend late one night, sitting shooting the shit, listening to a new CD. The bat appears in the living room, April dives under the sofa, friend begins swiping wildly with a sofa cushion. The sound track to all this was "Flim"cq by The Bad Plus. Wonderfully fitting. Try it some time. I dare you.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Two lessons:

Listen up

When Firefox has been telling you since October that your version "suffer(s) from a flaw in downloading which could lead to lost data," believe them;
And don't bother writing long schmaltzy posts anyway, because no one thinks they're funny.

So here's the gist:

Party

Minici
Music

Mark
Hooters

Not me

To explain, Brendan "B-dog" Jeral's 27th birthday party happened Friday. We saw The Burning Sensations on Saturday. And we spent part of Sunday afternoon on the Delaware River waterfront watching Nick Silva and his dad wrestle with a ferry boat. Direct all questions to the guy at the top.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Late... and really late

Hail

Digital photography was supposed to revolutionize the way we share pictures, right? Well, instead of taking a month to develop my film, I now wait a month to plug the camera into the computer.

So here, on Presidents' Day, I give you pictures from the Laffayette Hill Bar Crawl, which was Super Bowl weekend.

Now for the riduclous part. Back when I was using film, I decided to enter the digital age and have my shots just burned directly to a CD. Not only was this ridiculously expensive, but it was kind of hard to show people the pictures. So with great chagrin, I present some of the never before seen high points of 2002.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Drama Inflation

Drama Inflation

Every once in a while in the newspaper reporting business you nail it. You write the best read of the day or nail down kleptocracy with irrefutable proof. The next day, you get pats on the back and tell the gripping tale of your journalistic victory several times over, all the while basking in the satisfaction of a job well done.

My photo above ran in the paper Sunday, the day after the "blizzard of ought-five" whipped across the region. It prompted the outpouring of congratulations and even suggestions that I save a copy for next year's clip contests. But I felt like I'd fibbed just a little. As people on the street would see it in our honor boxes, Without any other context you might guess that this poor old fellow on the litter was pulled from the sunken wreckage of an airplane on a remote and treacherous coast. In fact, the context is this.

I'm not saying that it wasn't a life and death situation. We just withheld context to give the impression that a snow storm had caused serious chaos, when in fact it hadn't. I don't know how I feel about that.


Let the shame out




A friend who I won't name told me a secret once. It was something he wasn't very proud of. It was essentially the secret on the card above, which I found here. I found this blog especially interesting, since I have no secrets.



Monday, December 06, 2004

This is what I'm saying

Rodney Anonymous feels my pain (re: the post below).

And The Burning Sensations had their first show while I was away.


Back to the word mine

I'm back in Easton after 1,500 miles to Vermont and Boston.

Already the blissful empty minded vacation feeling is already slipping away. I've got to go to the office in about two hours and figure out which fires to put out first. The main source of my anxiety is the huge package on the Charles Cullen case that's due in a week and exists now only as basic research.

Driving back from Boston yesterday, I realized I need to find something to do for a living that doesn't feel like work. Something that will make me fabulously wealthy but let me look back and say, "That was fun." I guess visiting the Ben & Jerry's plant and the Sam Adams brewery put me in that frame of mind. Both of those businesses were started by guys that got sick of what they were doing and took a risk.

More photos

More photos at Smugmug.

brrrr

These aren't necessarily new, but stuff I took with Nick's camera earlier this year that he only just got around to giving me.

Also, I've been selling people pretty hard on Smugmug. If you decide to sign up, use this code: ou8GK9TTGibKU. You'll get a discount, and I get money for referring you.

Monday, November 15, 2004

On the road again

Warp speed

Since I started my new beat covering Northampton County, it seems like I haven't left Easton. I drive to work, about half a mile and then to the courthouse, which is just slightly too far from the office to walk, especially if I need to get there in a hurry. Aside from the worry about what this is doing to my car, I feel as if I've been in the same place for a month. Compare this to my last beat, where I ran up 800 miles a month in mileage.

So this weekend I took a trip, more or less for the sake of it. Nick and I went to move the boat for the winter. I saw my family for a bit and got together with a group of friends that hasn't been together since I don't know when. I also picked up The Burning Sensations disc, which is everything I hoped it would be. All in all a successful weekend, and I've got today off to boot.
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In other news, McNarney seems to be updating his site again, so I'll add him to the links even though everything on his site is about Iowa.

Monday, November 08, 2004

R.I.P. Zorak

Zorak, I hardly knew ye.

For the last couple of weeks we've had a praying mantis hanging out by our back door. He'd come and go but more often than not he'd be clinging to the railing or sitting on the steps watching the world go by. I came to think of him as Zorak, after the character on The Brak Show and previously Space Ghost Coast to Coast. He had a personality like the TV Zorak too. Kinda abrasive. If I got too close, he'd spread out his wings, curl his body and raise one of his front arms.

Yesterday I went out into the yard through the back door. When I came back, I saw Zorak's hindquarters sticking out from between the screen door and its frame. He was really pissed when I opened the door and he fell to the ground. It was understandable, seeing as he was crimped in the middle of his thorax.

I picked him up on a couple of sticks and put him on top of the thyme plants. Today he had expired.

Sorry buddy.

The trouble with blogs

Shortly after I announced this blog to the world, my brother thanked me for "effectively linking mom and dad to (his) band's website." Why this is a problem, I'm not sure, other than the copious use of the word "fuck" in one section of it. I'm not sure that's as big an issue as he think it is. Mark may have his own reasons for the 'rents not knowing about it, but I'm not sure what they are because he hasn't been around when I've called.

Shortly after the exchange with Mark, I told April, and she said "Well, you've linked your parents to my blog too." Again, so what?

The problem I see is the only reason to keep a personal blog is to write about what's going on in your life. And the only people who care about that, it seems, are your friends and family. And the people who serve as the catalysts for what goes on in your life are your friends and family. So, if you write honestly, you're sure to offend someone eventually.

Which brings me to the problem with Democracy:

April and I had a heated discussion about my last entry, specifically the reference to NASCAR watchers and Wal-Mart shoppers. April said that was simply a case of name calling and symptomatic of the attitude that has caused the Democrats to be labeled the party of the liberal elite. I'll appolgize and explain myself.

First let me say, I'm not a Democrat. I simply voted for them because as a rule they espouse ideals that fit my opinion of where the country needs to go. In local elections, like last year's mayoral race in Easton, I'll often vote for a Republican. My reasoning is, at the local level, ideology takes a back seat to competence. In the national arena, a candidate is going to toe the party line no matter how qualified and likable he or she is.

Nor do I watch NASCAR. I don't see the value in spending four hours watching 200 mph billboards for products you can buy at Wal-Mart, a store that has refined the practice of killing local economies to a science.

Please forgive me for that cheap dig against conservatives.

That said, I'm disappointed in the 59 million people who voted for Bush. I know that they're good people. I know a number of them. They're hardworking people trying to get along in the world and raise families. Many of them are like me, which is why I don't understand why the voted the way they did.

My best guess is that many people were distracted by the war and the threat of terrorism. That was the red herring in this campaign.

If Ronald Reagan was able to lead the world to an end to the the Cold War, then Justin Timberlake should be able to get us out of this mess. My point is that the CIC is not alone in the Oval Office. His job is not to handle the national defense single handedly, but to take the advice of generals and spymasters and to give them broad goals. The difference between Bush and Kerry in that respect is that W has acted recklessly and in deferrence to the rest of the world. Kerry promised a more pragmatic approach to global issues, beyond that he never really gave us a plan, which I fault him for. But I was willing to give him a chance.

I beleive people who voted for Bush voted largely on "moral issues," which is to say, they voted for the candidate who has promised to impose conservative Christian values on a nation of people with a diverse range of religious beliefs. Stem cells and abortion are thorny issues, but I prefer pragmatism to fundamentalism every time. Lance and Bruce from down the street may disgust you, but does what happens in their bedroom really have any impact on your life? And for that matter, does it really matter a whit whether they can have a family health insurance plan, visit each other in hospital or own property together with the same rights as Jack and Diane next door?

That's all I have time for right now. If you voted for Bush and I've offended you, I'm sorry. I invite you to post a reply or email me and we'll continue the discussion that way.