a blob of uhu-tack ended up this way.
Category: goatee-stroking musing, or something
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white poppies ’08
White poppies are now at Toronto Meeting House, and will also be at Yonge St Meeting (Newmarket) from next week.
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Hugin comes fully of age
I made the Generic Vancouver Seawall Panorama today using all of Hugin‘s defaults, and in the words of Eric Morecambe, “You can’t see the join!”. You used to have to play with lots of settings – now it just gets it right. Bravo!
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advice: just buy a can of kidney beans
Okay, so now the house smells of damp, the stove top is covered with evil red liquid, and the pan is coated with something that looks like it came from the insides of a duck. This is why canned red kidney beans are a good idea, and why almost no-one cooks their own.
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car scraping time
First frost last night in Tillsonburg.
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giving up roasting for now
I’m giving up roasting coffee – too much smoke, too many smoke detectors. That, and the fuss, the mess, the occasionally imperfect roasts. It’s been fun, but it’s time to move on.
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I spy …
Why is there so much writing about a US $700 billion plan, and almost nothing about a $634 billion one?
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what are Mandolin Brothers smoking?
This from their website, and many more similarly strange blurbs lurk there too:
VINTAGE NEWS – OPEN BACK FIVE-STRING BANJOS
THE FEAGLE – OLD TIMEY ICON – FISHIE FROM THE PAST
A visitor to our Website (www.mandoweb.com) writes: “What is that critter engraved on the headstock of some A. C. Fairbanks and Vega banjos — the guy with an eagle’s head and the body of a snailfish? I thought it was a griffon (or gryphon) but the dictionary says that’s an eagle-lion crossbreed. – Bob Stepno, University of North Carolina. Bob wondered if this should be called a “Seagle” instead, for sea creature & eagle, but felt it sounded too much like “seagull”. We replied: It’s a “feagle” for fishie-eagle. We know this because we have obtained a bit of Albert Conant Fairbanks’ DNA (from when he had scraped himself on a bracket nut) and cloned him and have already set him up (a crude system but he remains upright and it works) in an old frame factory building in Boston, staffed with people who come to work every day in Victorian clothing. We tell him “The fire never happened. You still own the company.” Clones’ll believe anything. In his day feagles were prevalent. There were millions of ’em. They could swim and/or fly. They could eat plankton or small woodland animals. Unfortunately, in those days feagles were themselves eaten by banjo players and driven extinct. They tasted like soft-shell crab (this was in the days before soft-shell crab was eaten, because tartar sauce hadn’t been invented yet). Anybody with more information on feagles is welcome to send in (or email) what they know. For instance, we know that feagles wore tiny plaid sports jackets yet A. C. Fairbanks chose to depict them naked. What was he thinking? -
maybe a bit too nerdy
MidpSSH on my Blackberry talking to a screen session on my home server running a bittorrent client (and no, this doesn’t mean that I was torrenting over a mobile network). -
my film debut
Skizz Cyzyk is interviewing me today for his Fred Lane / Raudelunas documentary.
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it was a Kalle Lasn quotation
A beeping truck, backing up in the alley, jolts you out of a scary dream—a mad midnight chase through a supermarket, ending with a savage beating at the hands of the Keebler elves …
— from Culture Jamming.
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in Eugene less than 12 hours, already addicted to Yumm! sauce
We met up with Dan and Tracy last night. Dan fixed us an epic chicken salad, with the local delicacy of Yumm! sauce. Yumm! sauce is somewhere between almond butter, hummus and mayo, except not quite any of them. It’s good; we had the chipotle.
A purported recipe for Yumm! Sauce must be tried.
(Dan was disappointed that I hadn’t mentioned that dog treats were sampled after the meal: they were.)
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hooray for heather’s
We arrived in Vancouver yesterday, and in the hotel hit a snag: the combination lock of my case wouldn’t open. I don’t remember setting one, so the prospect of going through 000 .. 999 to get at my clothes would be tiresome.
Thank goodness for Heather’s Luggage Repair. They reset the combination, and showed me the annoying little feature of combination locks that can cause this to happen.
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this might only work with my accent
Q: What do you call a geek with no clothes on?
A: Bernard.
(it’s payback for this one by Lewis Carroll.)