Cycling to work here isn’t quite the ordeal that cycling to work appears to be at home. I’m certainly no expert on the matter, being afraid to cycle where there is any kind of foot, auto, or other cycling traffic, but when I offered the netbook to Nathan, he demurred to guest-post. Continue reading
Category Archives: Home
Today I cleaned the shower. This is a big deal, because in what seems to me the dampest country in the world, mold grows way faster than I can keep up with. It’s mean mold too: bleach only angers it; it scoffs at the abrasive efforts of Vim. Continue reading
Before I burn on this guy too bad, yes I admit, on vacation I saw some dubious “talents” on display on the fine summer TV hit “America’s Got Talent”.
But this is the A-plus-number-one-dest weird thing I’ve ever seen on the television. And I watch a LOT of television.
Probably you don’t need to watch all two minutes and twenty-six seconds to get the drift here; Harrie’s hond and eenden are talented, but repetitive. But do treat yourself to some sound. The epic music is perhaps the best part.
have been battened down. Or, at least, the tomato plants have been helicopter mommied into the french door alcove in the garden so they don’t get hailed to bits.
Right after the tragic World Cup loss (I don’t want to talk about it, except to say that my dad always says if you’re not getting fouls you’re not playing defense, so get off your moral high horse), we had a series of freak summer storms, lasting Sunday night through Monday late afternoon. Continue reading