French Pool

August 31, 2010

Got back into pool. Quebecians make great adversaries. “Ton nom” is such sweet country speak for “Tu t’appelles comment?” — in english, they say “ya name?” instead of “You call yourself in which way?”. Over a stale beer in a dive bar, I can’t figure out which method of communication I think is sillier. One’s ugly but nimble, the other’s archaic but beautiful.

Eventually the eight is sunk, and four more quarters chink away to a rumbly demise. Such is life.

Ode to Mbrandt

August 30, 2010

I’ll leave this sweet house forever soon. I reckon I already have. Adventures await.

This summer, like the song playing in this photo (as evidenced by his languid form), was perfect.

Mac and cheese

August 29, 2010

A good life lesson. Thank you, Pier 39.

Dear Wyatt,

Congratulations on getting elected to the Australian Parliament. I admire your drive and your courage, if not your values or political platform.

I would like to thank you for boosting my photography website traffic 600%, and for inspiring a wikipedia page devoted to us.

Cheers,

-Wyatt Roy

Going Vego

August 20, 2010

It’s finally happened.

I’ve decided to give up meat.

HAH.

For a week (see how it goes). I never found the ethical dilemmas much of a dilemma — as far as i’m concerned, the only reason cows and pigs aren’t extinct is because we have a use for them. Perhaps they’d be better off extinct than jammed in a squalid cage and force-fed until their calculated, brutal death? Perhaps. But I don’t buy that. Then I thought, I’ll eat less meat to save energy costs and decrease my carbon footprint. but that doesn’t necessarily mean “go vego”, because cheese has a high carbon cost, as does, apparently, tofu? There’s an awfully mixed data set up on Mr Internet.

So to hell with the rationalisations — I’m going to eat nothing that’s ever had a heart for the next week.

Just for the challenge.

(Cheese has no heart.)

There’s a problem with google. It can’t actually find everything.

I thought it could.

I’ve had a rap song in my head for the past 4 months that none of my friends can place, name, or identify. The only lyrics i can remember are a sped-up sample of George Michael or Stevie Wonder’s I Believe. I’m so confused. Google was useless.

Now I’m trying to figure out what this toy is called, and it fails once again. Ideas, anyone? On both the toy’s name and how to design a better search system…

Classic situation: I wake up. I realise, THERE ARE THINGS TO DO. Sometimes there actually aren’t. But I still wake up feeling that way. This is silly.

On saturday, I woke up in a different state. 500 miles from home.

And when I woke up, there was nothing that needed to be done. Nowhere that needed to be gone too, nobody that needed attention. And I realised it. I was in Ashland, Oregon. And it felt that way.

First we ate breakfast at midday. Then we went to a park and blew touchable bubbles called Bloonies. Then we played frisbee. Then we blew more bloonies. Then we met friendly people. Then we blew more bloonies. At one point, I messed up our whole plan of having no plan, by actually needing something. But it was only water, and it was close by. Then we blew more bloonies. We drank thick liquid chocolate brewed by a florist. We tried on hats and hemp. We started a jam session in a musical instrument store on strange percussions. We found wiggle face keychains. We wandered, and smiled.

A good day.

Sweet sweet mission

August 15, 2010

This place feels like home.

August 14, 2010

I’ve been running this study on the DL for the past couple months in the library bathroom. The dispenser on the right has a sticker on it reminding users that paper towels come from trees, thus encouraging them to use less. The dispenser on the left, on the other hand, doesn’t pass judgment when you slaughter fifteen pumps of paper to dehydrate your damp palms.

Hypothesis: the left one would run out of paper faster.

Results: duh. The one on the right’s still almost full.

Naysayers, I don’t want to hear your alternative hypotheses. Unless they’re implausible and easy to disclaim, in which case please comment.

Sports

August 13, 2010

We get in the stadium just after something happened that signified the game happening. Friend glances at monitors and screams in despair that the other team is already ahead, the cursed fools. They have a run in the first and loaded bases for a second before the second, apparently.

I realise that it never even occurred to me that part of the experience of going to a baseball game was the score. I guess my competitive streak is more of a schmear.