aric with an a

pretty, isn’t it?

called ‘the jurrasic coast’.

scary as well,

as we climbed that this afternoon.

tough climb, if I can be honest.

I have the blood to show you if vampires weren’t so in fashion.

and even better?

have a friend here who climbed it with me.

in a pea-coat.

and purse.

respect.

I love a pub.

[what I don't love is the way this photo and the one below don't look good together.]

[hrmph]

while not travel orientated,

I felt the need to pass this creation on.

but you have to call it ‘aric’s outrageous sausage sandwich’.

okay?

ok.

it’s easy:

1. toast the ciabatta

2. fry up the sausages, cut in half and then sear the middle

3. mix a teaspoon of Cointreau with a tablespoon of mayonnaise w/ cracked black pepper.

4. put that wonderful blend on your ciabatta, as well as the sausages

5. shred some medium [at least, no mild] cheddar on top

6. broil until it melts.

7. eat.

8. thank me.

…so good.

it’s a special Friday ’cause I’ve uploaded a lot of photos from this week.

how about that, hmmm?

great.

happy weekend, I’m off to the pub.

[I hope they like me]

having this much time to listen to music is outstanding.

I like it.

and after 7 hours of hard [well...] work,

I was able to realize a few things.

and feel like sharing them.

1. Van Halen is amazing.

2. as fantastic as the ‘retrowave 12”’ collection sounded before I downloaded it, it doesn’t work unless I’m on something and in neon.

3. I don’t like Bjork - that’s taken me many years to realize.

4. I do, however, like Ben Harper - brother’s got soul and loves his gospel.

5. Phoenix’s ‘Rome’ was the best single to come out of last year.

6. if you even speak about the prowess of Animal Collective, I’ll set you on fire.

7. Chris Serpentine I just found and this track* is one of the prettiest one’s I’ve heard in a while. [reminds me a lot of Miike Snow's best]

8. Sam Cooke.

9. ‘now you stand here expectin’ me to remember somethin’ you forgot to say’ - bless you, Bob.

10. if anyone has a handful of John Peel shows, I’ll give you a backrub.

-

[listen to the audio, the live version doesn't do it justice]

I’m knackered.

so all you get is a photo of windows.

two windows.

two British windows.

fantastic.

this is my view from the bathroom.

‘you can’t get more English, in a way’ said an English [in a way] friend of mine.

if you squint, you can see the little micro-homes photo’d yesterday.

obviously, it’s pretty.

but it’s also the south.

and the south here is a lot like the south there.

which is good for us Americans,

who grow up thinking ‘how proper they are!’

every place has it’s…undesirables,

and while few are on this Isle I’m living on,

they’re not too far off.

Google ‘chav’ and learn one of the funnier expressions.

I didn’t speak to a soul today.

the only time my voice worked was when Def Leppard came on during shuffle.

it was fantastic - both were fantastic.

nothing like a random iPod program to justify 80’s angst.

love does bite, well said.

it’s like being a grown-up here,

and that’s nice.

’cause I don’t have the things grown-ups have.

I wake up and have some yoga,

then practice some tea with milk.

walk down to the beach and wake up,

that’s quite nice, even though I’m not a beach person.

it’s a rocky beach - thus the nickname of ’shipwreck cove’

and sister, when the water pulls those little things back into the ocean,

it’s like one person starts wildly applauding,

and then everyone joins in.

I like it very much.

and then I work - dirty building work.

I like that very much too.

painting rooms has always been a joy for me,

3 hours and a transformation - must be nice.

but I’m also a spackling fool.

no lie.

if you have pizza and some good microbrews, I’ll come and do yours.

it feels good to be good at something manly.

and I’m so clean! I think I get this from Tim.

you’d most certainly be impressed by my workstation.

I even vacuumed the tiny bits of wallpaper I’ve pulled off,

even though I’m not done and will start back in the morning.

very, very tidy - well done, Mom.

and now I’m going to make some dinner,

a few beers,

and a DVD.

it might be boring to you, but normalcy,

hot-water,

and free wifi aren’t things I’m used to.

being grown-up is like a vacation for me,

the opposite of most, I suppose.

but to know that this is my bed,

my mug,

and my window for a month,

makes me quite relaxed.

and believe it or not,

I need it.

I love these little things.

they’re - I think - holiday storage units of some kind.

that might not be right.

I know people rent them, but can’t sleep in them.

maybe to hold some kites?

or a fishing pole.

who knows, it’s apparent I don’t.

but I like them.

every morning I go to the beach,

to have my tea with milk and some thoughts.

these are behind me,

and I like that even more.

maybe because I’d be quite happy to live in one.

if it weren’t against the rules.

so, I’m staying in England for a bit.

maybe a month.

on the coast, in a place you might not know.

since the African ‘trip’, I’ve not been writing much,

call it being blue,

or just tired.

but since I’m here for a bit,

thought I might show you around.

with…

a weymouth photo of the day!

isn’t that exciting?

you check in every once and a while,

see a few things,

learn a few tidbits,

and I get back into taking some piccies,

and writing some things in my head.

cool?

cool.

here’s the first:

that in the background is an old something,

from WWI, or, so they say.

bunker? could I call it a bunker?

it’s next to the harbo[u]r entrance.

the only accessible one.

in the other entrance, an old ship was sunk.

speaking of ships, this is the only harbor where a prison ship was berthed.

free photos and free knowledge!

hurrah.