Durham Museum, Meat Dresses and Purgatory: Nebraska

Well, after Kansas’ rather quiet display, I promised something more entertaining than fields in Nebraska. So here we go:

Nebraska FieldsWait, wait, come back. No more fields, I promise.

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The Most Exciting Place On Earth, Also: Kansas

I head north from Oklahoma into Kansas. To be honest, I’m excited as all get out. When you hear “Kansas”, you think “land of possibility”. You could get bored of the nothingness and escape to a magical world; you could get bored of the nothingness and go hunting demons; you could get bored of the nothingness because you’re from another planet; you could get bored of the nothingness but be comforted by the fact that one day you’ll look like Bruce Willis. Truly, the possibilities of nothingness are endless. Continue reading

plain the down sweepin’ comes wind the where: Ooooooook-lahoma!

Following a failed attempt to relax in Arkansas, I’ve come to one of the landlocked states to find something that I’ve always secretly thought of as relaxing: a submarine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there’d be drawbacks (the delivery times from Pizza Hut would be appalling), but I’ve always found something appealing about being jammed in a sardine can and plunged to the bottom of the ocean.

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Steak and an Old Enemy: Texas

Before going to the parade in New Orleans, I had a bit of a sore throat. As mentioned, I decided the best treatment for this was screaming for beads for four hours. The result is that I arrive in Texas barely able to talk. I’ve also just generally come down with the cold (was this caused by licking all my beads? We’ll never know). Basically just a pre-apology to Texas that I didn’t get a lot out of you. But we persevere:

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Mardi Gras, Superbowl and a Quiet Weekend: New Orleans, LA

I get to New Orleans at the end of January. Around this time of year there’s normally something happening, but I can’t remember what.

Mardi GrasOh yeah…

More on that in a minute, because I first have to tell you one of the coolest parts of New Orleans: how I got there (bear with me).

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