Archive for January, 2008

Recommended Reading

Bob Harris: What Young People Everywhere Have in Common (Hint: it involves breasts)

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In another world

Casa beatgrl this evening:

seel: Does anybody know what teams are playing in the Superbowl this weekend?
rook: Was it New york, maybe?
beatgrl: Uh, no idea, some team from the east?
ness: You’d better google it.

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Album Cover Redux

I did this highly addictive and time wasting meme a couple weeks ago, but after Jeff posted it on Shakesville today I couldn’t resist giving it another go.
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The next time I am looking for a band name I must remember to do this.
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(Click continue to get directions)
Continue reading ‘Album Cover Redux’

A play day

Went up to the local ski hill today on my day off and took some turns down the slopes. I thought of you all and took a few snappers for your enjoyment.
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That’s American Border Peak above in the middle. Pity the unprepared smugglers who try to come in across these mountains from the Fraser River Valley in BC. Yes, they try.
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And there’s Ruth Mountain, peeking out from behind the shoulder of Shuksan. And Hannegan Peak on the left. I took this from the top of Chair 8.
Oh, Shuksan was there, too, I just did not stay late enough to get the good light. I love the blue glow of the glaciers. Here it is:
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I took this last shot during my last lift ride of the day. The tallest mountain is Tomyhoi. There’s a great summer trail up there. A weather system is moving in from the west.
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I made it down the mountain in time to meet the boy after school! Great day.

Indian Sweet Child of Mine


This is pretty cool, even though it does venture, via overproduction, into something reminiscent of a TV commercial. Maybe it is a commercial. Still, you should watch it.

Winter on the Skagit

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Mom, look!
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Oh, I am misplaced


You Belong in New Zealand


Good on ya, mate
You’re the best looking one of the bunch
Though you’re often forgotten…
You’re quite proud of who you are

This does not surprise me. New Zealand has always felt familiar somehow.