Cool corporate video
Bronson – Keep Moving from SMUGGLER on Vimeo.No idea what this is about but it’s pretty fucking cool.
People repellent
Hard. Hot. Dangerous.
The roof of our house was one of thousands that got damaged by a bad-ass hail storm back in March. A crew is coming Monday to make the repairs and a couple of hard working gents showed up today to get things ready.

Wonder how they got the shingles up on the roof before someone came up with the conveyor belt. Whatever they pay these guys, it isn’t enough.
UPDATE (17aug20): The pounding you hear is crew of hard-working men putting a new roof on our house.
Since the March hail storm, thousands of homes in this area have had new roofs installed and I’ve been wondering where the old shingles went. Either the land fill or an asphalt recycling place. For a smaller house like ours, the land fill would charge about $250 and the recycling place about $175, but they won’t take a load if there’s trash mixed in. A larger home would cost $350 and $250 respectively. (numbers are approximate)
No comments
I’ve gone back and forth on comments since I started blogging in February 2002. When I remember I disable them but rarely get any comments on posts where I forget. We don’t get a lot of visitors here but that’s always been fine by me. One of my favorite bloggers, Dave Winer, has what I consider the best approach to comments.
Start a blog, I advise, and say what you have to say and link to my post. Of course what they really wanted was to use my flow to (very often) zing me personally in some way. I consider that spam. Or hijacking. It gets so insidious so quickly that I haven’t had comments here for any duration for many years. It starts off collegial, but quickly devolves into abuse as the trolls take over.
I’ve attempted to disable all comments from previous posts but haven’t checked to see if that worked.
Wildlife: Doe and fawn
How does meditation change you?
Last brush pile?

Not really the “last” brush pile, but the last one with which I’ll burden my buddy George for a while. He’s been letting me dump my brush at his place where he burns it for me.
But I’ve worked my way far enough down our hill that it’s getting to be chore to drag the brush up to the road where I can load it into the truck. So it’s time to start making some new piles down the hill and back in the woods. I don’ like doing that but nobody (but me) is ever gonna see these so it’s the best solution.
Why not burn them? I know it can be done safely but not by me. I’d rather have the pile and the critters like them.
“School is largely a service for the parents.”
“It doesn’t surprise me that kids do well without school. School is largely a service for the parents. I remember as a kid being really pissed off that so much of my youth was wasted sitting in rooms with my hands folded, with my mind anywhere but in school, learning nothing and being bored out of my mind. I thought of school as very lazy, unimaginative, typical of adults. It wasn’t really until grad school that school started working for me, on the terms I wanted it to.”
— Dave Winer






