And also, what you were seeing sounds like solar hot water, which is also cheaper than solar power, and is available here.
I believe this was both, but maybe not. This website doesn't show what I was seeing, or prices, but it is adorable!
Don't belong. Dangerous, like you. Can't be controlled. Can't be trusted. Everyone could just go on without me and not have to worry. People could be what they wanted to be. Could be with the people they wanted. Live simple. No secrets.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Jun 28, 2010 10:13:51 am PDT #9381 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Liese S. - Jun 28, 2010 10:25:37 am PDT #9382 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Ooh, and Jesse, I think I need a new addy for you. I still feel weird sending you my company prayer request letters 'cause it's so churchy linguistically, but I figure you know me, you can translate. lisa at hopeintransit.org works for me to send me your snailmail.
§ ita § - Jun 28, 2010 10:28:01 am PDT #9383 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
ave never taken a solo vacation, nor taken one with friends, just family, other than long weekends for F2Fs.
I think an F2F counts as a vacation with friends, but heartily exhort you to take more with more friends.
They rock.
Mine are, these days, usually with or to family, and often with my sister. We travel together like a well oiled holidaying machine.
The Supreme Court has just fucked with Sarbanes Oxley. Like anyone understood it before.
Wimbledon was exciting today, and I forgot to set the TiVo to record. Dammit. Must catch highlights.
Amy - Jun 28, 2010 10:30:23 am PDT #9384 of 30001
Because books.
I always loved conferences for work. I got a hotel room to myself, I had obligations so I didn't just hang in my room and sleep, but I also got to go out and explore cities at least a little on my own. I had a blast in the French Quarter on my own, and in Chicago, too.
Tom Scola - Jun 28, 2010 10:34:27 am PDT #9385 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
I keep postponing my vacation plans, because I keep realizing the things I want to do I don't want to do alone.
Jesse - Jun 28, 2010 10:36:27 am PDT #9386 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Insent, Liese!
tommyrot - Jun 28, 2010 10:38:20 am PDT #9387 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I keep postponing my vacation plans, because I keep realizing the things I want to do I don't want to do alone.
Yeah, years ago I was thinking I'd travel Europe with my girlfriend when I was in a serious relationship. But the serious relationship hasn't happened yet and I still haven't been to Europe....
§ ita § - Jun 28, 2010 10:40:47 am PDT #9388 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, god, travelling for work. I could never be like meara, I think, because that's just too much, but I did love it.
Proper business travel is the bomb. It's been years. However, business travel with a co-worker is just weird and weird. I did that a couple jobs back, and having to spend all that social time with my boss, including wine with meals, was just weird. How much can I bust out and enjoy downtown Chicago that way? Makes me into a hermit.
tommyrot - Jun 28, 2010 10:44:25 am PDT #9389 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Last time I traveled to Houston for work, I said I was too tired to go out drinking with my boss and our clients. They ended up getting drunk and having wacky drunk-driving adventures.
So glad I missed that.
Amy - Jun 28, 2010 10:46:44 am PDT #9390 of 30001
Because books.
How much can I bust out and enjoy downtown Chicago that way?
Another editor and I went to Kingston Mines and got soused and listened to music till 3 a.m. that trip. But publishing is sort of loose, at least the publisher I worked for. My boss was one of my best friends, and the big boss wasn't around except for the one big company dinner we threw for authors. (Where everyone got drunk anyway.)