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Octopus Tattoo

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Browser Tabs #0

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I regularly have way too many tabs open. Rather than bookmark them or log them in delicious, I’m going to start listing them here. It will act like a snapshot of what’s going on in my brain…? I think that’s interesting. Maybe you will too.

  1. http://www.beeratjoes.com/index.php/beer-dinners/spent-grain-beer-bread/
  2. http://www.realbeer.com/discussions/showthread.php?t=11228
  3. http://www.instructables.com/id/Etched-Copper-Board-Valentines-Day-art-wLEDs/#step0
  4. http://www.harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=152
  5. http://www.amazon.com/gp/search/ref=pe_77460_18793460_pe_09/?ie=UTF8&rh=n:1055398,n:!13900811,n:!1063496,n:331401011,n:284507,p_6:ATVPDKIKX0DER,n:13162311,n:13217501,n:13217701&page=1&bbn=331401011
  6. http://www.jagjaguwar.com/home.php
  7. http://chicago2011.drupal.org/tickets-and-registration
  8. http://bamfestpdx.com/schedule.html
  9. http://www.goldmine-elec-products.com/prodinfo.asp?number=C6900
  10. http://www.workbenchdesign.net/walkaround/walkaround.html
  11. http://www.workbenchdesign.net/
  12. http://www.skycraftsurplus.com/toolstoolkits.aspx
  13. http://www.closegrain.com/2010/08/portable-workbench.html
  14. http://www.instructables.com/id/Stop-using-Ferric-Chloride-etchant!–A-better-etc/?ALLSTEPS
  15. http://www.redwallprints.com/Services.php

Shift

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Melted by the heat of nascency, I am rendered once again a child. Goose skin, swelling, and sweltering longing mark a moment in which one life expires and another begins. Truth to dream, dream to fleeting fancy— retrospective clarity shakes my branches until all the leaves and lives are piled below, waiting for a gust of wind to repurpose them.

Trading days for nights and sleep for sounds, dreams become truths and breath becomes wind that moves my skin to a new understanding of what it means to be alive. So I lay, in bed, alone, and daydream until daybreak brings a physical dream-state.

Rays of daylight pound rooftop snowpiles into veins whose courses cascade down the panes of my windows. The light casts the shadows of water across my body, flushing, cleansing, without touching, far from my skin.

Nothing Beats Italian

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I just saw a commercial for Chef Boyardee “micro beef ravioli”. I’d rather throw up into my underwear than eat that shit.

Summer Updates

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Nearly six months ago, I moved away from the big city. Seldom have I longed for the restaurants, bike lanes (paved roads, for that matter) and friends, despite the fondness for them that I had developed. I now call this place home—the vast, wide open skies and rolling hills of North-Central Wisconsin—and I couldn’t be more sincere in my love and appreciation for where I live.

Mostly, it’s because I have learned, experienced, and accomplished more things recently than during any other time since childhood. In fact, it often reminds me of that period of my life: constant discovery, invention, failure, and recovery. Never, though, has my learning been in such a different area of knowledge: mostly farm related. I have also learned a lot more about food, programming, and design (three things I love, but already knew a lot about).

To give you a taste of my current life, here’s what I did over the past 2 days:

  1. Tweaked the Barn Dance poster
  2. Cooked a big pot of really delicious soup
  3. Weeded a 300-foot bed of carrots, three rows deep
  4. Integrated a client website with several social media plugins, including a language switching feature (between English and Arabic)
  5. Read a book, the subject of which I am not allowed to disclose
  6. Helped dig a 11′x12′ hole for the foundation of a wood-fired brick oven that we’re building over the next several weeks, pictures to come (the plans for which I modified to make a 3′x4′ cooking area)
  7. Wrote an article for the farm newsletter, entitled “Who’s the Sauce?” (hint: not Tony Danza)
  8. Learned a new song on guitar (Home, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes)

Since moving here, I’ve also:

  1. Driven a tractor
  2. Produced maple syrup, from tapping trees to cooking down
  3. Learned to drive stick shift
  4. Built websites for several clients, with more lining up
  5. Learned Drupal enough to build high-end, custom website templates and integrate modules
  6. Become proficient with jQuery
  7. Cooked for 50 people (with a little help from my friends)
  8. Learned an incredible amount about organic and sustainable farming
  9. Learned to run quickly through the woods
  10. perfected my bread recipe
  11. handled bees
  12. pulled ticks off a dog
  13. chased pigs and cows back to their pastures
  14. picked raspberries
  15. cooked meals with freshly picked produce
  16. learned to become part of someone else’s family
  17. helped with wine-making
  18. harvested wild ramps from the woods
  19. loaded hay into the barn
  20. learned how to fingerpick on guitar
  21. made nearly 2 gallons of raspberry jam
  22. greatly improved my ping pong and pool skills
  23. learned more about state and local politics than I ever expected to
  24. hung out with a toddler, witnessed him seamlessly attach an initial fricative to the rest of a word which he previously pronounced in a toddler-variety of English.
  25. butchered chickens

I’m sure there’s more that I’ve forgotten, and even more to come.

Observations on an Early Saturday Morning

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It’s a sweltering 7° Fahrenheit as we pull into Park Falls, Wisconsin for the Price County Democrats’ February meeting. The air smells of wood furnaces, and swarms of snowmobiles wait patiently to peel across the busy highway that defines the downtown strip. A sign at the bank informs: ATMs Now Here.

Well, it’s about Tyme.

Private (Vomit) Practice

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Get out that big imagination paintbrush in your brain:

As I write this, I’m laying in bed with my girlfriend. Naturally, I am building a database and naturally and she is watching Private Practice. It’s her guilty pleasure – a stress relieving wind-down before bed. All of the sudden I hear a familiar voice – the voice of Mark Sloan. Yes, Mark Sloan of Grey’s Anatomy fame. Now, I know what you must be thinking. You recognize his voice? What a doofus.

But, yes. Yes I do recognize his voice. You know why? Because. Because there have been many nights that while I was working, she was watching Grey’s anatomy – enough so that I’ve loosely become familiar with the shows.

So fuck me in the ear: what the fuck is Sloan (McSteamy that is, not his daughter – whose first name is Sloan but last name is Riley) doing on Private Practice? I shit a brick. A huge brick. I turn and ask, “Why is McSteamy on Private Practice? That is his nickname, right? And the other one is McDreamy?” She tells me I’m right, after which I pull open the elastic of the oversized women’s basketball sweatpants I’m wearing and vomit into my underwear.

Fake doctor shows have cross-over episodes. Holy fuck. What is the world coming to? I’d rather vomit on my balls than deal with this nightmare.

So, I write this, and relocate to the dining room table.

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