quote of the week

““The Swarmatron is a gateway drug to other Dewanatrons.”  Read more http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2011/01/24/110124ta_talk_paumgarten#ixzz1CeGGUM5W

 

Many years ago, these cabins were $25 a night. Now they're $110 and nearly impossible to get via the State Parks System. But we snagged one night, for the start of a (gulp) milestone birthday. http://picasaweb.google.com/wordsworth99/SteepRavineCabins

Kindling

Halfway back on the tech train I am. My new Kindle has on it Scrabble*, The Autobiography of Ben Franklin, Oxford Dictionary of English, How to Camp Out, The Possessed: Adventures of Russian Books and People Who Read Them,* The Emperor of all Maladies,* Everyday Foods in War Time, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Autiobiography of a Yogi, and the New Oxford American Dictionary.  (*=purchased) There's a lot of free words out there, especially from the 1940s and earlier. CONS: no paper turning, no paper corner folding, no good back button functionality, hard to prop, cool tactility vs warm, easy to lose. PROS: easy to take along, can make type big, can highlight stuff, share highlights via facebook etc, thin and small. Audible feature that reads text to you in a mechanical voice I find vaguely hypnotic. Ben Franklin's description of monitoring his habits is very entertaining. The dictionaries aren't particularly browsable; 'tis a shame.

Loud shoes

No doubt about it, the women with loud boots always seem to be right behind me as I huff up Columbus, from Market St. on my way to work. I cross over, they cross over. Grr. Now I know why my father used to tip me cash money to not wear Dr. Scholl’s around the house.

 

Shuffling to the bus

Looked up from my shuffle to the new temp terminal to see a pickup alongside. All hail the three giant Doggie Diner heads. Darn, no camera, once again. And my lo-tech phone doesn't have one; I stepped off the tech train for a while. But apparently these dogs get around: http://laughingsquid.com/doggie-diner-dog-heads/

 

 

 

 

Brrrr. Dug out the big sweater. I am grateful for warmth and taps that open to deliver clean water. Oh, and cornmeal pancakes.

Here’s a job I might consider, if I could do it part time: mortuary transport driver. Two years ago or so I cajoled H. into letting me drive a hearse to Illinois, bearing someone on their next to-last earthly journey. It was an honor, really. Plus we stopped on the way back and ate fried walleye, back in the days I was eating more of that kind of stuff.

Indiana Recycling, another try

What to do with all those old toilets hanging around--a BIGGER version. No, they're not in my back 40. Southern Indiana, last week.

 

 

Indiana Recycling

What to do with all those old toilets hanging around the back 40.

 

Indiana Fair

Green screen comes to the carny aisle...