So these days, my life has basically consisted of sitting in my temporary New Bern home from approximately 7:48 AM (as I am awoken by construction crews revving chainsaws and jackhammers directly under my bedroom every morning) to anywhere from 1-4 AM the that night… taking a couple of breaks inbetween to watch (and probably cry over) an Oprah rerun or fix dinner for myself. There have been multiple days where I have only left the couch for a total of a few minutes. For some reason I don’t mind though. Once phototour comes around, it’ll all be worth it. Only a few days left til go-time….
Anyway, I have a special guest visiting me right now… my brodog Brian came to play for the day. And by play I mean we made plans to only allow ourselves work on our laptops together and take photos.
And we’re doing that. Right now. Sitting on my temporary back porch (hooray for outdoor power outlets), drinking Bailey’s, eating potatoes, listening to Calexico. The weather is perfect. Today is a good day.
New Bern is lovely, but strange. I don’t know if you are at all familiar with it, but we are an odd little town pleasantly located where the Trent and Neuse rivers merge, a short drive from the ocean. It’s a small town, with a general human void between the ages of 20 and 35, but lots of cute old architecture and quirky coastal folk to make up for it.
New Bern is also a bit cultish in that it is obsessed with bears… more than a normal city would be obsessed with its token mascot. The streets are filled with stuffed bears, ceramic bears, iron bears, and other assorted bear structures. Bears adorn flags lining the streets. Multiple stores are dedicated to selling only bear-related merchandise. Highway overpasses are adorned with gigantic bear seals (the badge, not the animal). I live on Bear Plaza, which is full of 10-foot-tall hand-carved wooden bear statues. I could go on. I plan on going around town before I leave and trying to document a small portion of these displays. Maybe I’ll blog about it.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know a few things about phototour -
I created a twitter account for our tour tweets – follow us at @welldonemedia.
Follow me (@helenadagmar) and Tim (@newmediatim) while you’re at it! We’ll be updating constantly on the road from all three accounts.
Also – I had a dream last night that all of my teeth were falling out. I am concerned. It was gross. I am happy to have them all back currently.
Ok, I’ll blog more later. Ciao.
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I have to agree with you..the whole NB obsession with bears is a little out of hand. You don’t really notice it until you leave for a few years..keep up the good work!
It is said that dreaming of your teeth falling out represent feelings of loss of control and helplessness. The anxiety is often a reflection a fear of transition or failure. Not too worry, tis all normal before you embark! Have the time of your life!!
Ahh I see… well the good news is that I haven’t dreamed of it since I left for phototour. Hooray! Maybe I should probably go to the dentist too, just in case.