Archive for 2010

The crick­ets and the rust bee­tles scut­tled among the net­tles of the sage thicket. ‘Vámonos, ami­gos,’ he whis­pered, and threw the busted leather flint craw over the loose weave of the sad­dle cock, and they rode on in the frisca­lat­ing dusk light

~ Owen Wilson’s char­ac­ter Eli, in The Royal Tenenbaums

Do you speak 30 Rock?

lizzing [liz*zing] noun
laugh­ing and uri­nat­ing at the same time.

Missed Con­nec­tions

(Illus­trated) blog du jour.

Surfing’s an addic­tion. It’s like a sex­ual addic­tion, almost, (…) You’ve gotta get it all the time and you can’t own it and… the fact you can’t own it sucks you into it. And, it’s why so many peo­ple decided it was eas­ier to smug­gle dope and get large amounts of money for a small amount of work and then live off the pro­ceeds and go surf­ing. It caused a lot of peo­ple to go down some dark tracks.

~ Indies Trader’s Mar­tin Daly, in Sea of Darkness

Eli says he gets in rhythm when he is pad­dling about two miles from shore. There’s less cur­rent out there and it seems to be where he gets his best glide. He said that whales, dol­phins and birds seem to pre­fer trav­el­ing along this watery thor­ough­fare as well. Eli does these pad­dling adven­tures for no other rea­sons than to see a place. No cause, no fanfare-​​he just really loves being out there.

Pad­dling ten miles a day. I love pad­dling, but this is brutal.

/​via Joe Cur­ren

A lit­tle old, but…

In 2001, a Power­Book G4 would have set you back $3500. Sup­pose instead that you had pur­chased $3500 in Apple stock instead of the computer…that stock would now be worth about $110,000. Even an orig­i­nal iPod’s worth in AAPL ($399) would be worth almost $12,000 today.

~ Kottke’s Buy­ing Apple stock instead of products

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most inno­cent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gor­geous and I was hope­lessly bor­ing and she was end­lessly fas­ci­nat­ing. So I walked back to my room and col­lapsed on the bot­tom bunk, think­ing that if peo­ple were rain, I was driz­zle and she was a hurricane.

~ John Green, Look­ing for Alaska

T-​​shirt du jour. Has my vote!

…13 grand
a year in the mead­ow­lands
bored and rural-​​poor, lord, at 35, right?
I’m the best 17 year old ever

In here, though, the yields are oth­er­worldly. “We actu­ally kept a tally of how many cherry toma­toes we grew,” Mr. Tor­cellini said of last summer’s crop. “And from one plant, it was 347.” A trio of cucum­ber plants threw off 175 cukes.

From the NYTimes arti­cle on aquapon­ics. Inter­est­ing read. The waste­water from the fish fer­til­ize the plants, which are grown in gravel, not soil. What’s not to love?