Greenhouse Microirrigation

Greenhouse Misters

First Place: 30-39 Year Old Men (out of 2 finishers)

Keyed Garage Opener Switch (left of the downspout)

Craftsman style coffee table of cherry and finished in a blond shellac.

Update: here are some photos of the jig I put together to guide the table top on edge in order to cut the underside bevels.

Last weekend, the igloo crew ventured out again determined to do the job correctly this time. I’m happy to report a success! Of course things were made a little easier with the nifty Ice-Box igloo building tool I splurged on last month. Photos of our 11ft diameter dome can be seen here and here. Now that we’re experienced, I fully intend to construct a few solid shelters for some serious wintertime hiking/skiing/climbing next season.

Blogging about writing about blogging: This is what I’ve come to, and yet its circularity is quite soothing. I finally finished reading Just a Geek by Wil Wheaton. In this book, Wil documents how his blog helped to transform him from actor into author and ultimately help him find happiness with who he had become as a person, husband, father, and of course geek. Thanks for laying yourself out on the line, Wil. You’ve certainly inspired many a struggling blogger including myself!

Last month I had the privilege to see David Byrne lecture at the Portland Art Museum. Entitled Envisioning Emotional Epistemological Information, the talk was all about his work with PowerPoint as an artistic medium. Now, I know I made a promise to (ahem) review this presentation with a PowerPoint presentation myself, but lets be truthful here: I didn’t strike while the iron was hot, and so unless I find myself with loads of spare time on my hands its probably not going to happen. That is, unless another lecture attendee perhaps sparks some collaboration.

Speaking of my dear Pedestrian Saga, I am thoroughly excited to be bidding the valley a fond farewell next weekend as I meet up with Katyenka for untold adventures sure to be found in the land of giants. The wood elf in me cannot resist the beckon of the trees in Sequoia National Forest, while the 80’s wolf in me cannot resist more fun with the brat pack.

Arrivederci!

Just down the road my party discovered the 24hr super-duper-megamongous YYZ-mart. A surge of panic begin to overtake me but then my anti-shopping anti-bodies started to kick in. Evasive actions were in order so I called upon my natural defensive instincts. Rather than continue as a dreary shopper, I transformed myself into one whose sole purpose for visiting was to play and not to buy. All merchandise and merchandising equipment became fair targets for my entertainment. A short list of discoveries included:

Charlie Brown action figure set:

I was suspicious of the motives behind the exclusion of two very prominent characters, namely Peppermint Patty and Marcie. Perhaps the toy manufacturer felt that they had neutralized their shame by including the less prominent minority character, Franklin? Oh thank you for protecting our children from the evils of suggestive cartoon characters! (does sarcasm come through very well in print?)

Baby animals sticker book:

Featuring cute baby vultures

Cans of boneless chicken:

Straight from the rough and rowdy boneless chicken farm I’m sure

“Deco Tape – Girly Tape”:

Cellophane tape with prints of pastel flowers and pre-teen female expressions “Sassy!” Sadly missing was “Manly Tape” with crushed beer cans, broken skulls, and expressions such as “Skin ‘em alive!”

“Pipettes”:

Wax candy shaped like pipes. Evidently the pipe smoking lobby was successful at protecting their interests when anti candy cigarette legislation was passed into law years ago

Year of the Rooster Chinese Horoscope:

As a rabbit, I am ensured a happy and prosperous 2005 as long as I stay away from the “popular crowd” or anyone who might cause any undue vexation. I should visit China someday

Random packet of chewing gum:

Oh how you freaked me out as I watched your package expand and contract as if you were breathing like some possessed confectionary. Mmm, possessed confectionary…

Gift registry kiosk:

Even though Mr. and Mrs. J. Miller’s baby was due on Dec. 19, I was thrilled anyway to print out their want list to get a peek at the shopping desires of new parents. I was un-thrilled that the list failed to include the address or phone number of my new friends. How am I supposed to deliver that umbilicare body suit that they requested?

This entry was in no way meant to belittle the evening or the merry people who accompanied me. If anything it should be read as a lesson in experience transformation through mere attitude shift.

Shipwreck.

Hellif I weren’t lazy though. Thats what happens when you do much computer programming – you get lazy. So lazy that even simple decisions seem like a lot of work. Last week I made a program that would randomly choose a place to go for lunch. It was a big hit at the office like I somehow lifted this great burden from the shoulders of all the programmers whom I work with. Now if only I could write a program to write the silly stuff like I’m spewing right now. Or maybe I already have – and this really isn’t me typing? That would be quite wicked now wouldn’t it?

(Later the next day) “Magic eight ball? Hmmm…”

So to those that managed to go, good for you! If you missed my presence, let it be known that no I am not married, I do not have children, I still have all my hair, and about the same sized body from 10 years ago. Aside from that you should be able to glean a bit about my life on these web pages. If by chance you are a classmate whom I haven’t talked to recently, by all means send me a message. I’d be interested in hearing your tales!