At Home In The Wasteland Travel Blog

I finally uploaded my Houston photos. As I said in my previous post, I had a really great time there. I flew in late Tuesday night and had work-related stuff on Wednesday and Thursday, so I didn’t see much except for the hotel conference room during those two days. I have a friend from LSE [...]

Unlike my last trip to NYC, this week’s trip did not involve any drunken sailor-bachelorette party-piano bar antics. I know, I know…how boring. The reason I was in NYC this past week was because my work sent myself and a co-worker to take a day and a half class, which was basically a crash course [...]

I got back from Houston last night, narrowly missing the torrential downpour of rain they had this morning (although it rained here in DC today, and I was thoroughly soaked on my way home from work…must learn to always carry around an umbrella, apparently). I took a good amount of photos and will post those [...]

…you walk into your hotel room and instead of ridiculously cliche art work involving sailboats or flowers, a painting of an oil derrick is hanging on your wall: I want to take it home and put it on my wall. I’m sure my roommates would love it. And I have no idea what this is, [...]

Houston, this time. Flying out tomorrow evening. Seeing as it is the home of the industry I work in, it was only a matter of time before I found myself in that city. I’m in meetings on Wednesday and Thursday, but am taking Friday off and spending the weekend there. One of my friends from [...]

It’s been a year since I actually went on this trip to Cardiff, but I’m finally getting around to uploading the photos. Yeah, yeah, I know…lazy. The trip to Cardiff was due entirely to Crystal’s insistence that we venture out of London and see a different part of the UK. I, myself, was content to [...]

Here we go again, more anti-flip-flop propaganda from those elitist east coast bastards at the Washington Post (specifically, Robin Givhan): The summer months bring steamy afternoons, lazy weekends and the urge to go thwackety-thwack, thwackety-thwack into the salt mines. The flip-flops already are out in force. Their cheap rubber soles melt against the hot concrete [...]