What men really want

But she doesn't remember your name

Obligatory Arch photo

Yesterday evening was my inaugural Outdoor Run for 2010. Usually I opt for the treadmill because I can just hop off any time I'm feeling winded/unmotivated/over it. But it was such a lovely day, and I had left the office at a reasonable hour, so I took to the streets.

To prove it, here's a photo I took of the Gateway Arch.

Am I correct in assuming that every St. Louisan has at least one photo of the Arch on their cell phone at all times? No? Just me? Very well.

NOTICE!!!!!!!

One of these things is not like the others

What an odd compilation of items, presumably left behind by one of the many homeless who loiter about the St. Louis Public Library. These canned goods look like they may be a few decades past their expiration dates.

The coffee reminds me of a funny Homeless Encounter, though.

One day, on my walk to the office, Stanley, whom I see almost daily, stopped me and asked if I could help him with a cup of coffee. Usually I say no -- I am not an ATM, after all. But I obliged and fished a buck out of my wallet and handed it to him.

Stanley looked disappointed. "Um, coffee is like a dollar and something," he rudely informed me.

"Sorry, Stanley."

I guess beggars really can be choosers.

Who is Paul Allen?

Sometime between last night and this afternoon, the dust on my Blazer was autographed, presumably by someone named Paul Allen. Perhaps he's an athlete, which would explain the "4." Or maybe he started to write his phone number and stopped suddenly.

Girl, you lost more shoes