Cheating

 In my quest to practice the craft of writing, I've begun this blog. I think blogging becomes cheating in a way. Who else gets to write and have immediate publication? Sometimes I really hate the whole idea of a blog. And sometimes I just give into the self-deluded self-indulgence.

Prince of Ketchup

My first celebrity sighting in Pittsburgh occurred right before the Warhol Bridge. I saw Chris Heinz, Prince of Ketchup, standing on the corner in a navy blazer with a bunch of older gentlemen who were also similarly dressed. I'm almost certain it was him, not that I stalk him or anything. I should post it on Craigslist Missing Connections, because I'm absolutely sure he saw me too and was into me. *smirk*

Yous Come Back Now

Apparently Yinzers(Pittsburghers) have this thing about bridges and tunnels. They don't like to cross them or go through them. As a result, they end up spending most of their time only in their neighbourhood. Since I'm a cultural chameleon, I was understandably trepidatious when A* wanted to hang out in the Southside.

I live in North Oakland, which is apparently distinct from Oakland. I'm not entirely sure how it works, other than being north of Oakland proper.

A* is not from Pittsburgh. A* cuts her own hair, which is fairly impressive considering how good her hair looks.

So at any rate, I don't know A* very well, but I met her outside the museum(Carnegie Museum of Natural History). She actually works inside the museum, as indicated by her ID badge. I just wanted to be clear that I don't randomly approach complete strangers, just because they happen to be standing outside museums.

The Poor Amish

It smells like winter. I'm feeling a chill in the air. It's been noticeably colder here. I can't just walk around naked in the apartment anymore. I'm kidding. Really. We don't have any curtains up. T* the maintenance guy told us that when an Amish family is in debt, they won't let them have luxuries like curtains.

We live like poor Amish.