It’s sort of strange! Even when I am not busy, I find ways to keep myself busy. That pertains to both this blog and journaling, so I wanted to write a short post on it, which almost seems meta!
When I was driving back to Kenosha from Eau Claire and the Twin Cities after the MAA conference, I was thinking about radio stations as I drove.
Every radio station in the USA has a call signal, which is usually 4 letters and usually starts with a K or a W, depending on the orientation from the Mississippi River. There are exceptions, but most “K” stations are west of the River, and most “W” stations are east of the River.
But… I’d like to talk about the colloquial nicknames of the stations!
We’re marching, we’re marching…
You really think that?
This is instead a #TBT post of some sort, although the memories aren’t quite as vivid as in some of my previous #TBT posts.
Although I had planned this post for a few days, the prep for my J-Term course took more grief than I thought! And two of the songs that I heard in the last few days just exacerbated the theme. Sometimes, it pays to wait! 🙂
I heard a song this morning that was particularly popular around March, and it reminded me of a NON-pop song that I heard yesterday on Spotify.
In a Facebook post this morning, I cryptically said, “Once I was 7 years old… stuck by this river.”
Yesterday, I talked about fruit flies. Today, I wanted to talk about Time Flies, since I saw some memories on Facebook from nineteen years ago that I wanted to bring up.
Saturday-Sunday, October 25-26: A SNOWSTORM paralyses Lincoln and Omaha, dropping about 13 inches of snow on the cities. Tree branches are broken, snowplows are running late since the big storm was unexpected, and power was lost.