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    t shirts
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.

  • (t-shirt) jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt

  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat

  • (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.





    obama
  • Obama is a surname.

  • Barack Hussein Obama II (; born August 4, 1961) is the 44th and current President of the United States. He is the first African American to hold the office.

  • Barack (1961–), 44th president of the US, since 2009; full name Barack Hussein Obama. A Democrat, he is the first African American to be elected to the presidency. Nobel Peace Prize (2009)

  • A surname from the African language Luo











4.13.2008 (3:00am)




4.13.2008 (3:00am)





This may be my longest day ever (and so becomes a very long post). I left Salem at 9:00am this morning feeling not at all rested but at least better than the previous night, and just got back to our little house on the lake in Tennessee (notice the time stamp). The rest of the drive today was, in a word, perfect. The bottom of Virginia leading into Tennessee was absolutely gorgeous - the mountains are completely green here, the highway is lined with purple-budded cherry trees, and the weather was 60-70? the whole time. [I was wondering if there was a way to scientifically prove that my health is directly tied to the weather - stepping outside at a rest stop was all I needed to feel completely recovered.] I crossed over into Tennessee with a bit of hesitation, noticing the unavoidably massive confederate flag and white crosses (at least 50ft tall) lining the mountains that seemed to form a gateway to this different state (of mind?). Tennessee is undeniably graceful (poor use of the thesaurus) but makes me undeniably uncomfortable. Case in point, I stopped briefly to get batteries for my camera and went into the "Outdoor Sports Store" just off of I-40. You may be thinking to yourselves "gee, this will be just like a Model's." Right? WRONG! Upon entry, I was greeted with the following list of unpleasant sensory overloads: A) a wall of dead animal heads, B) a wall of antlers, C) a wall of dead-stuffed birds, and D) a wall of guns. Okay, it wasn’t just a wall of guns, it was a room - and I only feel the need to elaborate on this because there weren’t just hunting rifles; no, there were assault rifles and pistols too - giant black semi-automatic and automatic military weapons along with the little black 9mm guns they found in Columbine. One half of me wanted to ask what the hell kind of bear needs to be taken out with a machine gun, while the other half wanted to yell "OBAMA '08" and run like hell - but of course I just slowly and quietly backed out without any batteries. And that was my first experience in Tennessee. Moving on, I got to the house we've rented here on Center Hill Lake at around 3pm. It's a nice little house - nicer than I expected actually - kind of like a motel in A-frame house form but with a big kitchen, a hot tub, and a wonderful view. I forgot what it was like to be somewhere without noise or light pollution (or hell, any pollution at all) - the word serene comes to mind. Once I unloaded a mini-cooper's worth of gear, I went out to explore lovely Smithville, TN. Two words can adequately describe the area, while another two adequately describe the culture: For the former, spacious & beautiful; for the latter, camouflage & pickup-trucks (okay, and obesity...and lack of teeth). A phenomenal view of the lake was undermined by a local mowing the lawn in a full camouflage overall suit, boots and hat - I so desperately wanted to ask him if he thought whatever he was hunting wouldn’t notice the roar of the lawnmower - or perhaps he assumed his prey was accustomed to the lawnmower but he didn’t want to be seen riding it. Who knows? When I got back from exploring, Michael was there and we went to check out "downtown" Smithville. Essentially, downtown is 3 streets, a town hall (the courthouse), a jail (which shares its building with the local board of education), and a few small shops. Oh, and I thought I learned a thing or two the first time I went into the State College Wal-Mart - not even close! However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that we were in fact on a business trip, and business was starting immediately. Michael and I met Poobah to head to dinner with Lori Carter (Hellen's daughter, who was also apparently the voice of a siren in "O' Brother Where Art Thou") and her husband, and a couple guys who are on Kenny Chesney's (sp?) tour crew. There, at a Genghis Grill located 10 miles outside of Nashville, we shmoozed and kissed the country royalty ring of power, blah blah blah (it did work, though, as you will see on Wed's post). Lori is a very sweet lady, very polite, great southern accent, but looks nothing like Reese Witherspoon. On the contrary, she and her husband are very VERY into their Harley Davidson collection and his arm tattoo reads "live to ride, ride to live." This reminds me of Frankie's tattoo in a very, very odd way. They agreed to come over later in the week and try singing on a couple tunes, and just when I thought the evening was winding down was just when it all began. DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN (but I'm totally serious). Apparently, someone named Wayne Brown (who was a famous mandolin player) had just died and there was to be a benefit concert in his name at his favorite bar in a town just 10 miles away from the Kentucky border. And, seeing as he was Poobah's buddy (as is apparently everyone else in the world), Poobah was scheduled to play. Deciding we couldn’t miss out on the cu











Obama, the Queen, JFK, and Bob Marley all love Indonesia. Shouldn't you too?




Obama, the Queen, JFK, and Bob Marley all love Indonesia. Shouldn't you too?





This photo is of a mural on the wall at the "Damn! I love Indonesia" store (one of my favorite shops to buy t-shirts) in the Indonesia Grand shopping mall.

This photo was taken with my iPhone 3GS using the Hipstamatic 210 app:
Lens: John S
Film: Ina's 1969
Flash: RedEye Gel

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