Category: Visual representation of complex ideas

wow. Just wow.

When I was a kid, one of the MANY MANY cool things my folks did (4 eyed fish… lizards…. growing cacti whose flowers smelled like rotting meat …. the time they freaked out the survey gal at the door by saying the Addams family were the most functional family on TV … letting me watch Laugh-In … building a geodesic dome in the back yard in an evening …. painting a stick man on the side of the house …. signing absence notes to the school M. Mouse….. raising me atheist …. playing Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell and the Moody Blues as well as Oscar Brand, Bob Newhart, Spike Jones and Shelley Berman and opera and light classical music and having silent movie nights in the basement so I was exposed to Laurel and Hardy and Charlie Chaplin and the Keystone Kops when I was very little and helpless…. yeah, you wonder how I turned out the way ah did?) was paint this stuff on the windows in the bathroom so they didn’t have to hang curtains and the light still came through.

a big stew of links and updates!

I won something worth $720 and I gave it to a coworker after briefly toying with the notion of selling it.

I support the United Way, which is I why I won the above noted item.

I’ve been up very early every morning since the time change.

Patricia and I brainstormed a problem at work and the results were high five worthy.

I’m shopping today for my France trip.

Haagen Dasz Mayan Chocolate ice cream is REALLY good.

I have a very long list of things to do.

Flying Spaghetti Monster made a Pastafarian out of me.

Can a squirrel be cute?

There’s a new Youtube video in my account of the little waterfall next to work.

It’s so rainy that it’s actively dangerous to walk anywhere except pavement.  Wet leaves, slick grass.

It’s so rainy that the ground is exploding.  What the hell is it?

I had to take shots from different angles.

Is it a Helvella lacunosa?

These guys at least are cute and not reminiscent of inimical alien brains.

Found art in the ladies can.  This one’s for daughter Katie.

Barack Obama’s family is going to adopt ‘a mutt, like me’.  bwa ha ha!  We’re all mutts, Uncle Rocky.

I already sent this link to Paul.  Folks like this should get taken out behind the hangar and shot.

Some people study psychopaths, and I guess that’s a good thing.

I have an offer of a weeklong stay in a bungalow in Belize, and I’m seriously considering it.

Eddie and Gizmo demonstrate vertical superiority.

Doug’s contribution to the art of pumpkin carving.

Sandy P at work took this awesome pic when she was in SF.

Death by black hole and other astrophysical meditations; I especially like the notion that Apophis could have been called Bambi.  A physicist explains it all for you.

I am just finishing making waffles.

We watched Objects in Space again last night.  Honestly, it’s in my top five hours of tv ever. (Along with Restless, Michael Moschen’s special, the moon landing, and the episode of Band of Brothers where they parachute into Normandy).

If fonts had personalities…..

I am messing around a lot with Garage Band.

I found the sound of a door on freesound that was so good I put in on LOOP and listened for half an hour.

My digestion is much better since I started taking acidophilus.

Keith is supposed to turn up later today.

Oh, Nutella, how you glisten!

We are very SF positive in New Westminster.

That should hold ya for a while, I guess.  I’ll be off shortly to commit myself some serious retail therapy.

Show off, show off, show off.

Best….. smackdown…..ever.

Now I show off my brother, Kelsey and Sean.

Next, Keith, me and Katie, and Keith and I are wearing the hats we JUST BOUGHT at Edie’s Hats.  I bought a hat from a hat company that’s been in business in England for 250 years; I nearly bought a hat handmade in Montreal but frankly the hat was too girly for me, because although I am girly about some things, my appearance isn’t one of them….

Can you guess where we are???? of course, we’re in the Granville Island Brewery, drinking Winter Ale and being very cheerful and convivial; the sun was blasting down like midsummer and I had a NEW HAT.

gathering up links and distributing them to the needy

Uke! wakka wakka wakka

Print me up a new liver boys, this one’s no good to me now.

One of the best I quit letters in the history of the English language. (link removed for security reasons)

And now, a surf boarding rat. Or, at least, a rat who is earnestly engaged in the business of NOT drowning.

How do I know chipper’s got a boyfriend ? she’s not sending me links no more!!!  Me happy!  It can’t all be doom and gloom.  Oh, crap, I have about two minutes to shower and power outta here.

Just back from Stonehenge….

I have a trip report from a coworker’s family member….

Hi

 

 

Just back from Stonehenge (88 miles in 90 minutes). And about to go to bed.  Went down after supper last night and got there just after midnight due to traffic. Many thousands of revellers (even some regular people with kids, lots of pagans but also lots of drunk f*ckwits and doped teenagers falling over.)

 

However, it was an awesome experience – despite the misty rain, cold and no sunrise. I had my iPod on full listening to my chill-out trance. Here are two pics.

 

The official count is that over 30,000 people attended the event. And at least 1,000 officials (cleaners, security, police, paramedics, marshals etc.)

 

In their own way the rebellious anti-socials the “non-spiritual” revelers, the atheists, anarchists, Hells Angels, drunks and f*ckwits were all unwittingly contributing energy to the pagan event. And if you look at it like that, then this is the biggest cultural/spiritual happening in the UK. (Not counting Music festivals.)  (Ed. Note – like Glastonbury, which is berloody huge). And everyone came along of their own free will. With free access to see – nothing. And maybe to have a moving experience, receive a blessing, have a social encounter, or to share in a unique collective event to dine out on for a long time. And because the authorities tried to stop it happening back in the 80/90’s everyone now wants to find out what they were trying to hide. 

 

It was one big trance party – without amplified music. Lots of dope ‘n’ drums. One very good pagan percussion band, dressed as ghouls playing samba rhythms – complete with tattooed conductor. They were accompanied by large paper and wood bull horns and a group of devils and angels, who danced and fought over the soul of a minotaur, a man-bull.

 

 

Andrew

Please note Andrew is a great photographer – these pics, taken on his phone, do NOT represent how good he really is.  Thanks to Peter T for passing these along!