Saving the Minnow
Let’s all pitch in and help Dave achieve his dream of owning the original S.S. Minnow. (And Dave – I’ve already got a goofy hat. Hint hint.)
Archive of posts filed under the mind category.
Cricket Brawl
Dave and I have been pondering the possibility of brawls breaking out at cricket matches, and knowing that some Inkstain readers come from cricket-enabled nations, I thought I’d throw the question out here. (Plus, I thought it’d be pretty cool to come in the top 10 Google searches for “cricket brawl.”) Do they head butt …
On The Joys of Technical Writing
For my friends who churn out words and wonder why, Aaron’s writerly observations on ambitions and life: I dream of writing the Next Great Marketing Brochure. I know exactly what it’s like: it’s about five hundred words long, and it’s printed on glossy cardstock. People line up at trade shows to get a copy, and …
Another Climate Change Threat
Nora sends along this, a climate change threat of which I was unaware: I can’t believe a company like Amazon would promote global warming by allowing those bastiches at Dole to continue to melt icebergs just to get the head of lettuce that lies at the center. Sure, it tastes like ambrosia, but look what …
Milk
Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz: Nothing will ever be the same. Nothing ever is … once your milk goes bad. Then it’s just too late. And nothing will bring it back.
Flower Friday
sunflowers Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck. This clump of sunflowers doesn’t seem to mind that its source of water is the concrete channel draining the parking lot in a semi-industrial Albuquerque business park. Another example of why I love alleys, bike trails, train tracks and other routes along the back side of society.
Thanks
If you’re the mysterious Garden Fairy who left that bag of delicious home-grown tomatoes on our porch, thanks.
SpongeBob’s Gay Agenda
Poking around the logs, I was happy to see I’m one of the top Google hits for “SpongeBob’s gay agenda“.
Daybook
phenology: The first couple of years after we moved to the neighborhood in 1993, we grew explosive, fantastic tomato crops. But in later years, they became increasingly disappointing. It was like a slot machine calibrated to pay off early and get you hooked, then suck the quarters out of you. I love fresh tomatoes in …
Matt Busby = Bowie Poag? Michael Fumento?
Some months ago I blogged in puzzlement over what might connect Matt Busby, Doris Day, B.B. King, etc. A commenter who goes by “total info” popped in this morning with the answer: Those three people were all replaced by doubles upon their deaths, like Paul McCartney. This kind of activity is perpetrated by intelligence outfits …
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