Biloxi Death Beach Triptych, Frame One: The Nap

Biloxi Death Beach Triptych, Frame Two: After the Fall

Biloxi Death Beach Triptych, Frame Three: Resurrection

Deep South Phase II: The Mississippi Vortex

Stuck in Mississippi, pursued by coyotes, struck down with swine flu, fried rabbit devotees.

Wogie's and stuff

We will be holding court at Wogie's on Tuesday, then going to a show at Pianos, in case you want to come.

We've found a drummer for Infrastructure and are now rehearsing on weekends in Boston. Shows in a few months, I hope.

More Deep South photos and stories to come.

Writing from the atrocious Q65 bus. Nothing reviles and inspires like Queens, a place no one knows anything about.

ACELA FINALLY HAS WIFI!

It's a test run, and it's a little slow, but it's working. This may be the death knell for the LimoLiner. And it's one more reason for me not to get a toolish Blackberry or iPhone (yes, the iPhone is toolish, and I am a contrarian. With ubiquitous wireless access available, why do I need the internet in my pocket?).

Congratulations to Amtrak for making the Northeast Corridor an even better choice for travelers between Washington and Boston. Now, if only other lines in the system could make money, maybe they'd get free wifi, too.

Since I did not make my annual "dark, cloudy day in June" post,

I feel the need to point out for the record that Boston has now had three straight weeks of cloud and rain. The solstice was obscured by gray. Each night, the sun attempts to stay out later, but only a diffuse, light gray is mustered. It is presently June 24, 9:23 a.m., 58 degrees and pouring rain.

Scottish Rite Temple, Mobile, Ala. (DS09)

On our way to grilled oysters, we stumbled upon this oddity.

"My Heritage, Your Ignorance," Tallahassee, Fla. (DS09)

Shot at a red light. This is why I like the front passenger seat.

The Worst Sound on Earth

The fancy new condo building across the street in Teele Square has its own tiny garage. The driveway crosses the busy sidewalk on Broadway, so there is an alarm that sounds whenever the garage door is open. Residents seem to open the garage door when they leave their apartment, then walk down to their Audi, start it up and drive away. All the while, the alarm sounds, warning pedestrians that a vehicle might cross the sidewalk. The alarm shuts off if the resident remembers to close the garage door.

The first alarm the building used sounded like a giant blender full of mice. The horrific squealing sound would bother me at all hours of the night and day, too high-pitched to tune out. Then, there was a long, silent period. I figured that people had complained and that the alarm was gone for good.

Last week, a man came with a pickup truck and a ladder. He banged and banged with his hammer, and installed a strobe light where the old alarm he had been. Then, he installed a new alarm that sounds like cattle being electrocuted. The thing buzzes in a loud, obnoxious, staccato meter. And it NEVER SHUTS OFF. All day and night, the thing buzzes. I'm listening to a CD at my desk, and I can actually hear the alarm clearly over my music.

Of course, some douchebag has left the garage door open once again, which is why the alarm continues incessantly. I wonder what I will do to resolve this.

Beachfront Golgotha, Highland View, Fla. (DS09)

A&B Bar-B-Q, Jasper, Fla. (DS09/DH09)

Good luck finding this place. We stopped for directions and drove past it three times before finally locating it. And that was after getting to Jasper, Florida.