Here is the latest blog entry from Chef and Writer Anthony Bourdain:
Guns and Butter
Read the whole darn thing. The music of Ted Nugent changed my life forever, many moons ago.
Rock music that makes you get goose bumps, that makes you want to jump up and down in a loincloth, that makes your parents afraid, this is hard rock at its feedback soaked, testosterone drenched finest! Imagine being a child and hearing "Double Live Gonzo" for the first time! ( in particular.. "The Great White Buffalo" and "Wang Dang...Sweet..figure it out .." )
Thanks for the Byrdland feedback , Mr Nugent!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Blogging From His Gut
From anzman.blogspot.com, "A blogger case study - Louis Gray"
what i found particularly interesting was this statement:
"...The secret sauce goes further.
Louis is as transparent as they come. From pictures of his new born twins to a few controversial pieces that he felt strongly about, it became obvious that he was blogging from his gut with no BS..."
Blogging from his gut! Gut blogging!
Is this like blogging from the Duodenum ? Journal writing from the pancreas ? Diary scribbling from the appendix? Web content creation from the bile duct? Archivists using their thyroids?
Ok. Expedition Oregon: opaque, tangential blogging from the superior vena cava. Since Yesterday.
toodles!
what i found particularly interesting was this statement:
"...The secret sauce goes further.
Louis is as transparent as they come. From pictures of his new born twins to a few controversial pieces that he felt strongly about, it became obvious that he was blogging from his gut with no BS..."
Blogging from his gut! Gut blogging!
Is this like blogging from the Duodenum ? Journal writing from the pancreas ? Diary scribbling from the appendix? Web content creation from the bile duct? Archivists using their thyroids?
Ok. Expedition Oregon: opaque, tangential blogging from the superior vena cava. Since Yesterday.
toodles!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Observed. At Night
BKOD in front of BOD. BKOD observed taking forward position on target SPNS. SPNS classified as Deep Black, Eyes only.... or something like that, or something...
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Excitement In Yamhill
And what of my day previous, you may ask? i might tell you. Yesterday, Wren decided to make a break for it. What is it? It would be about 1/4 to 1/2 mile away past the hilly portion of the hay field. It would be another horse farm, in even deeper, darker, Yamhill. It would be unexpected.
Who is Wren you say? Why Wren is a horse that lives here.
After setting up the irrigation, i had to take a call from my employer back in the 808 state. The next thing i know... M calls and states that the neighbor down the road has observed our horse running up the hill, on a public road. Hooray! Hooray! Isn't it interesting that i don't notice a ton of animal leaving our driveway? Isn't it?
First mistake, muck boots instead of sneakers. Second mistake, running in them.
i could not see any evidence of him east or west of the property,so taking the wife's advice, i went to the neighbors. She was apparently aware of his movements through Yamhill. Lead rope in hand, i knocked on the door. "He went up the hill on Yamhill road... he's either on the horse farm on the left.. or the horse farm on the right.." Right. North. Got it.
Cross highway 240, pass the god knows what kind of trees grove, crest the hill- did i mention that his is at a running pace, with muck boots? Can you feel the blisters?
There he was, on the left, standing in a giant field, next to a fence. Hanging out with other horses. While i'm catching my breath, a couple of concerns come to mind:
Concern #1: Am i going to get shot at while crossing someones property holding a lead rope? That is, don't i look like i'm going to steal *your* horse?
Concern #2: The sheriff. You would think that someone else noticed a horse running up and down public roads sans rider, right?
Concern #3: Will the punk ass bastard horse let me catch him and lead him back to our little farm without incident?
My concerns were unfounded. Horse caught without incident. No visit from Law Enforcement, no mayhem.
I envision the barbershop/general store conversation to go something like this:
"I hear a horse got away from the XXXXXXX farm"
"You don't say.."
"Yep, those folks from Hawaii"
"You don't say.."
"They say, the horse made it up past the hill on Yamhill Road"
"You don't say.."
"Cloudy today.."
Welcome to farm life folks. We're past the looking glass, people...
Who is Wren you say? Why Wren is a horse that lives here.
After setting up the irrigation, i had to take a call from my employer back in the 808 state. The next thing i know... M calls and states that the neighbor down the road has observed our horse running up the hill, on a public road. Hooray! Hooray! Isn't it interesting that i don't notice a ton of animal leaving our driveway? Isn't it?
First mistake, muck boots instead of sneakers. Second mistake, running in them.
i could not see any evidence of him east or west of the property,so taking the wife's advice, i went to the neighbors. She was apparently aware of his movements through Yamhill. Lead rope in hand, i knocked on the door. "He went up the hill on Yamhill road... he's either on the horse farm on the left.. or the horse farm on the right.." Right. North. Got it.
Cross highway 240, pass the god knows what kind of trees grove, crest the hill- did i mention that his is at a running pace, with muck boots? Can you feel the blisters?
There he was, on the left, standing in a giant field, next to a fence. Hanging out with other horses. While i'm catching my breath, a couple of concerns come to mind:
Concern #1: Am i going to get shot at while crossing someones property holding a lead rope? That is, don't i look like i'm going to steal *your* horse?
Concern #2: The sheriff. You would think that someone else noticed a horse running up and down public roads sans rider, right?
Concern #3: Will the punk ass bastard horse let me catch him and lead him back to our little farm without incident?
My concerns were unfounded. Horse caught without incident. No visit from Law Enforcement, no mayhem.
I envision the barbershop/general store conversation to go something like this:
"I hear a horse got away from the XXXXXXX farm"
"You don't say.."
"Yep, those folks from Hawaii"
"You don't say.."
"They say, the horse made it up past the hill on Yamhill Road"
"You don't say.."
"Cloudy today.."
Welcome to farm life folks. We're past the looking glass, people...
Friday, August 1, 2008
L0lcat friday
since i have nothing for you today.. well i do, but how to write of the experience? Only time will tell.
more cat pictures
more cat pictures
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