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now I’m going

okay, it’s time for me to get moving; there’s a pile of aspen boughs still calling my name, not to mention an enormous pile of little papers in the front room, not merely calling my name, but actively taunting me. oh, and I want to use my J&P gift certificate, so there’s a phone call. […]

this just continues to blow my mind

as a writer, I find this mildly terrifying: Ninety-eight percent of all books are inaccessible to my child for any amount of money… – Riding along with the Internet Bookmobile

too long to read right now

– The Netword Society – The Rocky Horror Picture Show and the Emergence of Recreational Evil (both via Rebecca Blood)

lost and found

– aqTree2 – file under list, menu, tree, or click to expand. (seems to work in Moz and IE. not likely to work in Opera or N4.)

part of why I don’t have a cell phone

– Hey, customer…piss off If Les Schwab sold mobile devices, I’d have walked out of the store with a phone that cost the same as a new customer and a bag of free beef. 🙂 (the other part of why I don’t have a cell phone is that the coverage at the office is appallingly […]

a good kind of tired

I spent the afternoon as a human chipper, stripping leaves from and cutting up aspen and apple limbs. still not entirely worked through the pile in the front yard, but enough to see the difference. I also helped transplant a juniper from the corner of the house (why do people plant junipers right up against […]

hey, I know that mountain….

Los Angeles Area Wardrive-in that burger place was a chicken place when I was in middle school, and a different burger joint in high school. (names, anyone?) it’s about a block away from my middle school, and a 10-minute walk from the house where I grew up. and today, I saw that photo on Boing […]

Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address

delivered March 4, 1865 Fellow countrymen: At this second appearing to take the oath of the presidential office, there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the first. Then a statement, somewhat in detail, of a course to be pursued, seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, […]