Yes! Let's go "camping" with the Sealander. Looks cute, but the video doesn't show how it's steered once you get it into the water.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Almost as good as Hemingway's "The first draft of anything is shit" is this Dante quote: "It seemed to me that I had undertaken too lofty a theme for my powers, so much so that I was afraid to enter upon it; and so I remained for several days desiring to write and afraid to begin."
Friday, September 23, 2011
There is one aspect of my "landline" telephone I miss: clarity. Cell phones are nice for short "do you need anything else from the store" type calls, but forget actual conversations. The clarity is bad and there's that awkward lag in time--often a full second or two--that makes people talk over each other because they have no way of knowing that the other person had started speaking a full two seconds earlier. And then it's "Oh, sorry," "Oh, go ahead," "No, you go ahead," "Okay, wait, okay," "Oh, I was just going to say..." "What?" "I'm sorry," "Oh," and so on.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Brother Bob's Craigslist Theorem still holds after all these years: the first responder to your ad will always be the flakiest and/or rudest and/or most severely lacking in punctuation and capitalization awareness. This theorem has stood the test of time.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Spend $10 for $20 at Whole Foods. The link:
It's nifty when things converge. Yesterday at the dog park a fellow was bemoaning that he'd be spending the rest of the day going to the self-storage facility to dig through his stuff to try to find a tax document he needed for his house refinancing. And this morning I tripped over this article.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Monday sneaks in again. How dare it. It was a good day: a trip to the landfill "transfer station" with some old crap that's been lying around the yard for eons, and I installed a new toilet. Its 31-year-old predecessor will be on its way to the dump soon.
Emma has been invited to be part of the all-county middle school honor chorus. She's excited. My excitement is tempered by the shuttle-driving itinerary that comes along with it. That girlie loves to sing.
Dinner tonight will include the chicken thighs that have been in the oven in a cast iron pot for 3 hours at 170 degrees.
My friend Tony had a kick-ass art show Saturday. His work hangs for a month at Beyu.
I recently rewatched (a word?) Hitchcock's Foreign Correspondent. It's a good one.
Saturday our soccer team lost 4 to 0. Fuck. But still, it was soccer, and so, fun.
The shuttle departs presently for karate and gymnastics pickup.
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