January 2008


My high school physics teacher (at Ocean Township High School) always pronounced “wires” as “woyers.” We in the class never noticed that he had an accent until he began narrating a word problem that was based on ‘woyers.’ (I have no idea what the problem was about, really, because I couldn’t stop focusing on his pronunciation.) Eventually, when he asked if there were any questions, I raised my hand and asked, “Mr. Kelly, where did you grow up?”

(The guy sitting behind me whispered, “Yeah! You hear that too?”)

Mr. Kelly said, “Umm… New Jersey. New Brunswick. Why?”

“Ohhhhhhhh, nothing,” I said, “just wondering.”

So, just a note on Jersey accents:
Only North Jerseyans have what you’d think of as a “Jersey accent.”
The rest of us, for the most part, don’t.
But even I have a couple words with odd pronunciations that, when it is brought to my attention, I just have to say, “Well, I’m a Jersey girl, what do you expect?”


drainage grate

Monmouth University has some neat-looking drains. But then, it used to be someone’s mansion.

gun gun guns

I didn’t get close enough to read the plaque that accompanies this gun, and my half-hour of Google-fu has produced absolutely nothing… but there’s a cannon in the middle of the barracks at Fort Hancock. I’ve heard the name “Big Bertha” tossed around, but that might refer to one of the steam-lift guns that inhabited some of the batteries.

(Steam-lift guns? Well, there were hydraulics to lift these massive guns over the roof of the battery, where they could be fired… and then the guns would be lowered back down for reloading. This is apparently something unique to Fort Hancock.)


Here’s how I like to think of this:

A guy was zipping down the street at a hundred miles an hour! He was going SO FAST that he didn’t even SEE the speed limit sign, and he plowed right over it!

P.S. This is only sort-of black and white, not REALLY black and white.

Free Commuter Parking!

Man oh man. I hauled my tripod around and got several neat shots last night, but unfortunately, NOT A ONE was taken in Monmouth County. So here’s a shot of Spring Lake station that I finally got around to salvaging.


(“Cleavage” also refers to how rocks cleave. And cloven hooves. And so forth.)

Incidentally–and this is something that’s been bothering me for a little while, so even though it’s stupid, I feel the need to mention it–I apologize for not being very personal with this blog. I have my reasons. I know it makes this blog a lot less interesting to read, but, well, so it goes, and for that, I’m sorry.

…And a huge huge HUGE thanks to the people who read it anyway.

roof! roof!

I could try to come up with some sort of creative or funny caption here, but for time constraints, I will simply tell you that this is the roof of Edison Science Hall at Monmouth University.

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