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The Man from NSBE: Skyblog Spillover

The sky in Pittsburgh is faded like jeans that have been washed too many times. The blues are not as vibrant as they are in the west (maybe the only thing that is remarkable about that part of the country, and yes I am biased) and the sky itself seems constrained like a fat man stuck in an elevator. This doesn't stop me from looking upwards, though mostly at the old buildings that are all over downtown. I may have already mentioned this but I was quite taken by the style of the buildings in the downtown area. They are results of that curious period in American construction that gave us exposed brick with sandstone facades. It's all WWII era construction with hand painted advertising on the broad sides of the buildings, reminiscent of the NY of my youth but before the decline. In keeping with the introspection of this week, the whole thing has me regretting not becoming an architect.

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What?! No commentary on a glorious sammich' with fries and slaw from Primanti Bros? "The O" and the culture to be found there? Hopefully you had a chance to experience more of Pittburgh than just the NSBE conference and the sky.

Actually there's a forthcoming post regarding the Primanti Bros, although you may not be too happy about it, and some other fun and goodness.

I hit up Market Square on Sunday for one of those sanwiches. The fries were aiight. The slaw was suspect though.

True, I'm about to post a review of them today I think

If I had known you that into architecture I would have brought you downtown when you visited for thanksgiving.

Oh heck yeah Sal, I was totally set for a career in architecture when I was sidetracked into engineering.

I think we're up to 11 days without a post. That girl must really be something.

She IS but at the same time it's tax time as well and I am the king of waiting till the last moment, you'll get more don't worry.

I dropped mine off at my accountant's house last night, then mom asked me to stay for dinner. Handy.

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