More lights on 34th Street 

Bonne annee! 

Paul at 34th Street in Baltimore. 

Doreen and I flew into BWI today from Cleveland. After we rented a car, we headed to 34th Street in Hampden, Baltimore, to look at the Christmas lights.

We love the lights! It is so over the top. Every house has lights, and some have model trains, animated teddy bears, singing Santas -- you name it. We took some pictures, but it's hard to get a good feel just from the pictures. You really need to be there.

Look at all the snow in Copley! 

Into the Blogosphere!

I've been curious about the blogosphere for a while. Now that my lovely wife and I will be moving to Paris later this month, I thought this would be a perfect time to launch a blog. Ergo sum.

In the interest of privacy, we will be referring to ourselves as pyama and dobell (pronounced "doe belle"). Those of you who know, know. Here, don't refer to us as anything but, please.

I tried thinking of some nice poetry for my wife "doe belle," but all I could think of was this doggerel from Shakespeare:

If a hart do lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So be sure will Rosalind.
Winter garments must be lined,
So must slender Rosalind.
They that reap must sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find
Must find love's prick and Rosalind.

Such a nut -- huh! Any suggestions for a good romantic poem mentioning a belle doe? Not likely, I know.

(btw, Sonnet 130 is also a parody, which a lot of people seem to misunderstand. I can't believe people are selling bad term papers on the Internet arguing otherwise. But that's another rant altogether. Grrrr.)

--pyama