Check out the new link section, “The Touchables,” being an assortment of links to divers artisans of all things made painstakingly one by one in complete isolation from the net. More links as I find more stuff. Suggestions, anyone?
If you start working at a froofy coffee joint that offers such far-fetched, not really coffeelike abominations as the half-caf-skim-milk-almond-roca-mocha,-oh-and-could-you-put-it-over-ice-with-one-of-those-non-sugar-sweeteners-please, you might start wondering how you can modify your own morning joe at home. As they say in the north, fly at ‘er, but here’s a tip: lemon juice has been tried and found wanting.
Here’s a sign from the nearby office supplies store:
“Unattended children will be given an espresso and a free puppy.”
Hey everybody, sorry I haven’t been writing in ages. I have a ton of course work to do, and it must be done by the end of April. Also, the muse is a bit drowsy of late. Talk to you when she wakes up.
Hey Dz, check out where your climate change link led me:
Sixty scientists write letter to Stephen Harper critical of climate change alarmism.
Scroll to the bottom and check out the scientists, too.
Why is it so popular? You actually have to move your limbs, even going so far as to stand up, to play with it! It’s almost as good as going outside! With a few more years of exorbitant expenditure and brilliant technological innovation, who can say we won’t reinvent soccer? Think how popular THAT would be!
Among the huge variety of eccentric people in the hostel where I stayed in Edmonton last week were a hopeless romantic middle aged Newfie and the Platonic form of a hippie conspiracy theorist. The three of us carried on a fairly heated discussion about ‘they’ and their plans to control the whole world with an enormous biometrics database and microchip implants. The Newfie made a fair bit of sense, the hippie made none, and I spent most of the time smoking at the ears. Here’s the conclusion:
Newfie: “Well, I’ll be gone before that all happens.”
Hippie: “Oh it’s coming sooner than you think.”
Newfie: “No, I’m dying sooner than YOU think!”
I become confused by the number of people who take exception to every war, but always state how firmly they support the troops. The idea seems to be that soldiers are always being tricked into going overseas and shooting people, when they signed up for … something else, I guess. If you disagree with every war for a generation, don’t you eventually disagree with the warrior? But if you’re wedded to the idea that our troops are noble men and women who have given themselves to a noble but abstract idea, you should investigate the possibility that there’s at least some good in the concrete things that they actually do.
Facility in ridiculous conversation, especially that held with one’s superiors, revolves around two central points.
1. When others in the conversation begin to speak incorrectly about unimportant things, let them. Sit back and look intent. Avoid the urge to refute their arguments by reminding yourself that even if you’re right, it won’t matter tomorrow.
2. When a superior asserts a blatant falsehood, DO NOT contradict him! Ask a question that forces him to choose between retracting and saying something even more ridiculous.
Wrong:
Superior: “The moon is made of blue cheese.”
Peon: “You’re an idiot.”
Right:
S: “The moon is made of blue cheese.”
P: “Can we expect the discovery of such a large supply to be reflected in a sudden decrease in the price of terrestrial blue cheese in the near future?”
Let’s all say a prayer for the grandfather of a few good men. May God count them in his favour.