Gyroscopic self-leveling pool table
I don’t know about you, but I’ve always found the inability to play billiards on cruise ships to be one of society’s great technological dilemmas. Problem solved: Next up: poor people who have to cook with dung.
Archive of posts filed under the mind category.
Magic socks
Sometime in the mid-1990s, I purchased three pairs of socks at the old Gil’s Runnershoe World on Carlisle and Lomas. The store’s long gone, its building torn down and replaced by a Walgreens. But the socks remain. In 1997, I was wearing a pair of them when I was caught in a storm while hiking …
Stuff I wrote elsewhere: football
Really. I wrote a newspaper piece about football (the pointyball kind). The backstory is the recent departure of a chap named Mike Locksley, who had a less than successful record coaching the University of New Mexico’s football team. I took to the front page of the morning paper to be what is almost certainly his …
From the whole Inkstain team, wishes for a Sassy Christmas
Las Vegas, NV
Weird shit, well lit
The changing duty to bear witness
I don’t know who “qbertplaya” is, but I am eternally thankful to him or her for this: It’s Patti Smith closing CBGB, the last song played there, a moment in history captured by someone wise and generous enough to hold up some sort of mobile recording device. I was struck by that act when I …
this is a test
This isn’t the blog post you’ve been looking for.
Among the sentences I wish I’d written
is this, from Robert Hass: Life, I found myself thinking as a line of Alameda County deputy sheriffs in Darth Vader riot gear formed a cordon in front of me on a recent night on the campus of the University of California, Berkeley, is full of strange contingencies.
Hand drawn maps
I first noticed it while I was out in the mountains of northern New Mexico back in the mid-1990s with Karl Karlstrom, a University of New Mexico geologist. I had tagged along on a summer field camp mapping exercise for a feature I was doing, and spent a good part of the day shadowing Karl …
Another reason to hate Colorado
Faster Internet: (I don’t really hate Colorado. I’m just enjoying playing with Data Explorer.)