Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Pittsburgh is for stink bugs

Stink bugs are an epidemic this year in the Allegheny county region, according to most news reports I've been reading in the PG and the Trib online.

WPXI even did a special news feature on the little pests.  There is even some disturbing video of a woman who has had thousands invade her home. Watch this to see how the critters get in.

We don't have thousands, but do see at least a dozen almost every day outside.  On the warmer, sunnier days we keep the windows closed because they find their way through the gaps of the screens (why are there such big gaps? you'll have to talk to our property managers) or they get in through the vents.

 I've become a master of killing the little suckers by trapping them in a glass and flushing them.

They're tricky to kill outright, see, because they emit an odor when  attacked or when they die.  Hence, "stink bug".

(Someone suggested getting bug spray but they are also resistant to various forms of spray, like Raid. Personally, I like the old-fashioned way of killing bugs by trapping them and flushing them and by old-fashioned, I mean the way the ancient Romans used to do it in the coliseum days, of course.)

A few nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night and walked to the bathroom and a smell attacked my nostrils like no other. Being half-wake, I attributed it to my dog who often emits her own stink bombs as she is happily dozing and farting away in dream-land.

The next morning, the cat was playing with the body of at stink bug in the hall, which leads me to believe the cat is getting good at killing them, too, only she doesn't care if they release their stink or not. I felt a little sorry for blaming the dog about the odor.

It's not like they're dangerous.  They don't bite.  They're not poisonous.  They're just annoying.

They say when the first frost comes, they'll all be dead.  Makes me feel slightly sorry for them.

Actually, not really.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Pittsburgh is for running in the park

Eventually I may stop comparing the weather here in da 'burgh to Seattle, but probably not until the first snow fall.

In Seattle, the mentality towards the sun is similar to firemen towards fire.  When it happens, you rush outside as quickly as possible before it disappears (which could be ten minutes or an hour).

After years of running in a cloudy climate, I truly do enjoy running the trails in Schenley Park in 70 degree sunny weather.

Here's a photo of the Panther Hollow Trail where you can usually find me sweating and catching my breath at least a few times a week.

(FYI, this is also how the Doctor walks to Pitt.)

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Pittsburgh is pride

So last night I’m on the bus, heading dahntan (aka “downtown).  It’s about 6 pm and I catch the 61C at Philips and Murray.  A few minutes later, I see this guy wearing a Pens jersey (Penguins, our hockey team, duh) and I think, “I need to get me one of those”. 

Another couple of minutes go by, some Pitt students get on in Oakland, all three wearing different Pens jerseys.  I assume they must be going to the game together but I realize, they’re not talking to each other at all. 

As we drive east, more people with Pens shirts and jerseys board the bus and slowly I am surrounded by yellow and black.  I look out the window and now we’re getting closer to the Consol Energy Center and all I see are people wearing Pens shirts and jerseys. 

Everywhere.

Now, I’ve seen displays of team pride before, but the floodwater of yellow cascading over the sidewalks is slightly overwhelming.

I must admit, though, I suddenly wished I was going to that game instead of staying on the bus.  

I can't wait to witness the madness of a Stillers game.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Pittsburgh is wildlife

Although I have no photo to prove it, this morning while walking my dog, Maddy, we saw three deer in Schenley Park.  

One of them was even wearing a terrible towel.  

(Okay, now everyones knows a deer wouldn't be wearing a terrible towel today because the game isn’t even until Sunday).

In the city of Seattle, I saw a bald eagle, two huge raccoons about the size of my dog, and although I didn't see it, there was a wild bear on the loose, making its way across 99 N heading through the urban backyards to find his home, maybe up in Bellingham.  

But I never saw any deer.  I know they were there, but not in Licton Springs park, that's for sure.

Maddy the dog seemed nonplussed by the deer and continued to eat grass.



Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Pittsburgh is for speaking Pittsburghese

Okay, so I need to make a slight clarification before too many Pittsburghers send me emails about it.

Pittsburghers speak a wonderful version of English which they call Pittsburghese.  Sam McCool wrote a great and informative book which I carry often with me to translate words like, “spicket” and “nebby”.  

For instance, I don’t live in the neighborhood of “Squirrel Hill”.  I live in “Skworuhil”. 

Here’s some sample dialogue of Pittsburghese:

“Jeet jet?”
“No, I dinnet.  J’ew?”
“How’s about we go dahntawn for sammitches at Primantis?”
“Alright.  Ahz ready for a cold ahn and a good mill”.

There are of course, linguistic websites devoted to this particular language and those that speak it, which are called Yinzers.

So it is incorrect for me to actually say “I speak Yinz”. 

This blog isn’t devoted solely to the verbal language of Pittsburgh, though.  This is for observations of all things Yinz.  The language.  The terrain. The people.  The wonderful uniqueness of the experience.

For me, to say “I speak yinz” is a metaphor. 

I know, I know.  Perhaps that explanation is a little, well, slippy, innit? 

I can already see the email inbox filling up.  (Sigh)

Monday, September 20, 2010

Pittsburgh is sunshine

Now some folks in Pittsburgh like to complain about the weather.

They say how hard it is to endure the long months between January and March.

Yinz have never lived in the pacific northwest.

While I'm not looking forward to the snow this winter, I am enjoying the sunshine in September.

These photos were taken today at Schenley Plaza.


Nice, right?  Ah, gotta love it...

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Pittsburgh is for art lovers

The Doctor and I went to the Warhol Museum today.  It's located just across downtown, just over the Andy Warhol bridge (how lucky is it that Andy Warhol was born in a city with a bridge that has the same name as him, right?!).

Now, I'm a big art lover.  So's the Doctor.  And while this is definitely a museum worth seeing, it didn't wow us.

Maybe I'm not a big Warhol fan yet.

Although, they do have a cool gift shop, where you can get kitschy cool stuff like the "inspiration gift box" to the right.

It might very well be the most hip place in the 'burgh I have visited thus far, what the video installations and the hip music playing and the young hip kids working there, all dressed in black with nose piercings.  All I kept thinking about was when I used to go to clubs in the east village in NYC and felt like I didn't belong.

Or maybe that's what Warhol wants me to think.  Genius!

Luckily, there was a bar across the street, filled with some folks emptying out of the Pirates game.  And I definitely felt hip enough there to sit and enjoy a beer.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Pittsburgh is for exceptions to the rule

I don't think I've ever seen a sign like this before.  I mean, I know they must exist somewhere else, right?

"You stop...but yunz, turning right?  You're okay.  Keep movin'."


I just have to say, though, that even if the "Except Right Turn" sign isn't there, many folks don't stop when turning right.

I think that's a 'burgh thing.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Pittsburgh is for cool music

Let's kick off this blog with a little music.

Here's the video from Meeting of Important People--a local band we saw a few weeks ago.

Enjoy!




Welcome to the 'burgh!

As a newbie to the 'burgh (that's Pittsburgh to all yinz from elsewheres), I thought I might chronicle my adventures in this foreign land to all those folks back home (mostly the west coast).

Although I've lived in many places (Reno, Vegas, New York City, Richmond, Seattle...yes, I'm a vagabond), I don't know that I've lived in a place with its own unique language.

It's called Yinz.

(Okay, first correction--it's called Pittsburghese.  If you speak Pittsburghese, you are yinz.  I think.)

I don't speak Pittsburghese.  Yet.  I am not a yinzer.  I do not yet fully comprehend or experience the spiritual plane known as the "state of yinz" (for some reason I think of it as very zen, but in a western PA kind of way)

Some day, I can hope to understand this odd language of flat a's and clever abbreviations.

With this language comes other unique factors that make this city one of the most livable places in the country (eat that, New York...no, wait, eat that Cleveland!).

Yes, Pittsburgh is up and coming, no longer the "hell with the lid off" that it used to be.

In this blog, I'll let you know what I'm learning about this city.

So all yunz grab an imp n arn, put on yir Stiller shirt and come with me as I discover the treasures and oddities of this steel city.