IMHO texting while driving is active stupidity. I'd much rather see another driver pulling a on flask or a doobie than reading or texting. I did enjoy the way that one lady changing her sweater on the freeway was filling up her lingerie, and she was keeping her eye on the road more than I was.
Perhaps they have a merce- private contractors doing it. When I lived in Los Angeles, Lockheed had gotten the parking ticket franchise and they seemed awesomely efficient. If someone got two free minutes, it was news around the neighborhood, and just forget about not paying for your oversight on street-sweeping day. (the metermaids did have to hold off until the sweeper actually passed your car, but I'd see them waiting every time, lined up behind the sweeper, and pre-entering data so they could jump right on it when the flag dropped.
As did most of my neighbors, I got quite a thrill when the local miscreants escalated the war on the meters from coin slot jamming up to decapitations. Someone figured out a way to blow out the front of the coin slot with some explosive device, and I guess that was it. (I got over forty bucks in change off the sidewalks after a particularly spectacular night of destruction.) Now the People's Republic of Bezerkley has those computerised sensors with the central pay-stations, and all the spaces collect money, all the time; No more using free leftover minutes. I used to be able to find a space with a broken meter within one block of any place I went. Now I have to park like five or six blocks away from where I'm going. Bummer dude.
Back in the '70s, my friend Dave got a ticket once for having his car parked on the wrong side of the street (facing backwards). This was probably mostly due to our drunken buddy Pear jumping up on the hood of Dave's Mustang and yelling "FUCKING PIGS!" at a passing cop. Upshot was, Dave decided it was time to practice handbrake parking so he could pull into any space regardless of which way he was approaching from. He had already gotten quite adept at bootlegger turns, so within a few days he was quite good at it. Strangely enough, parking spaces seemed ONLY to be available on the opposite side from where we were after that. Dave slapped the curb a little too hard once and broke a rather spendy 12"x15" alloy rim, and that took some of the fun out of it, so he quit doing it so much.
"Permaculture and other similar ideas are good ones, but they don't scale very well in our economy." This is too true. We are dabbling in some permaculture at our family farm, and the labor required is pretty laughable by modern standards. The hobby-farming does go well, however, with my other hobby of eating. There is a growing trend in the area of boutique farms producing hand-grown crops for discerning (and wealthy) customers. I don't see this scaling well at all. We grew a few tons of produce for the local food bank last year, but with a lot of free labor from local Rotarians, &c. I sort of became the bean-picker, with my natural dogged perseverance and attention to detail, and I'm still outraged by the low price in the market on those. I do believe someone, somewhere, is being horribly underpaid for that job.
I did the same thing here, selectively pulling, and leaving the "good" stuff. I have a nice lawn of mostly Red Fescue, and never bought any seed. I did leave in the Poa annuis, but I got rid of all the Hordeum. Incidentally, I've wiped out the Tribulus from my whole section of town. By hand. It took about three years, but now I don't have to buy new inner tubes every time I go for a bicycle ride. Tribulus has always been Round-Up resistant, or at least comes back with remarkable alacrity after all the competition dies. I noticed that in the '70s, that's why I've eschewed its use in my zone of control.
I was just admiring a natural graft in an Oak (Q. lobata) tree a couple weeks ago, sorry I didn't snap you a picture. A branch had curved back into a fork in another branch, then grew together in a loop. The big Quercus kelloggii in my Dad's front yard is actually two trees doing the Chang and Eng thing. It happens.
Sounds sort of like the way it went down on Easter Island, if we are to believe the account of Dr. Jared Diamond in "Collapse". Oh, and in what alternate reality were we gonna be doing it wisely?
This is only a threat to the Agri-business monopolies. The price of production should go up a bit, and allow more small farmers to compete with less capital-intensive methods. In other words, it will level the playing field. Dear God, it sounds like we need to pass a stimulus bill. Isn't Monsanto too big to fail?
I am not hep to the correlation, but my POTS Virgin phone has piss-poor coverage. The Network has some major holes, which I work around 'cause I don't mind paying $7 a month.
I would assume the latter. We have some wooded land almost a hundred miles from a Grizzly Bear Sanctuary in B.C. I'm not necessarily a second-amendment crazy, but if I could only pack heat at one of the two places, I'd pick the theatre.
Even as a youngster, I was a bit of an antisocial asshole. When I was doing a sixty mile hike with some YMCA folks, I packed in canned foods and fresh eggs, just so I could piss off everyone that forgot to bring bacon. I guess the experience of cutting living shrubberies (The Horror!) to make shelters and stuff like that isn't important to most people anymore, and Scouting is all about camaraderie and relevance. I wanted to do a little bit more outdated field work. I'm glad it worked for you, but I did see what the BSA were up to and it just wasn't for me. A field manual that doesn't teach the basics, like a figure-4 and a dead-fall, is far from complete.
In the sixties, I got so disgusted with "Scouting" I got out before We-Be-Los(t). As a youngster, I'd studied all my Dad's scouting manuals from the forties, and thought we'd be doing some serious woodcraft. One of the things I learned from TFM was that a REAL SCOUT can survive anywhere you dropped him with only a knife and an axe. Once again, I fail to see the application. I taught myself to make a fire using a bow-drill. (Well, I did it once, good thing it wasn't a real situation...) Maybe if you could learn how to short out the game's battery battery pack and make a fire it would serve a purpose.
I think that is like getting compensated for SPAM damages. An idea too good to see daylight. "There was an impassioned plea for an end to corruption in government, but cooler heads prevailed."
Kinda ironic, the shite I wade through to cash a legit check with my name on it... My GF's purse was stolen a couple weeks ago, and whoever got it has cashed THOUSANDS of dollars in checks, mostly in the four- to eight-hundred dollar range. I wish I knew the secret, I'd like to get away with cashing my own checks more easily.
{"The FBI considers the cyber threat against our nation to be one of the greatest concerns of the 21st century," Steven Chabinksy, the deputy assistant director of the FBI's cyber division, told the same congressional committee.} Nice link for a tin-hatted AC. Somehow, inadvertant to their primary function as Agents Of Repression, sometimes the FBI and NSA do manage to provide some useful protections for the average Citizen.
I get a nasty aftertaste as a bonus side-effect from HFCS. It's put me off of soda pop, unless it's that boutique sugary kind. I also find myself making a lot of stuff from scratch because of it. Today I'm making Pizza, and would use canned sauce only if I could find the Hunt's that has just tomatoes and olive oil. I get queasy just looking at the Kid's ChefBoyardee crap. I noticed the other day that only one of the five varieties of salami at the market did not have HFCS. yuck. (Oddly though, it was the lowest price-per-ounce, go figure.)
I have an anecdote here, YMMV. In the olden days, when we were kids, Maharishi Bob and I did an Ice Cream diet, for about six months. Black coffee and bacon for breakfast, a half pound apiece. Lunch was a one pound loaf of sourdough, with one stick (1/4#) of butter, and one half-gallon of ice cream for each of us. Dinner was a Malley's Giant Burger and FRIES. (Larger than the normal 3/4 pounder, Peter Lum loved us.;-) Robert lost weight, got back to his boot camp physique in fact, for the last time in his life, and I stayed totally skinny. My Grandfather ate a quarter pound of bacon every morning and he was skinny as a rail until the cancer got him @92. BTW, I've gone on to a more typically American diet and seem to be holding @ about 25# over my correct weight. Robert lives in Arnhem now, if he was in America I bet he'd be a lot heavier.
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IMHO texting while driving is active stupidity. I'd much rather see another driver pulling a on flask or a doobie than reading or texting. I did enjoy the way that one lady changing her sweater on the freeway was filling up her lingerie, and she was keeping her eye on the road more than I was.
I have not noticed anything at all since I disabled that annoying Aero immediately after install. (-2 redundant)
...am shocked that no alcohol was involved.
Perhaps they have a merce- private contractors doing it. When I lived in Los Angeles, Lockheed had gotten the parking ticket franchise and they seemed awesomely efficient. If someone got two free minutes, it was news around the neighborhood, and just forget about not paying for your oversight on street-sweeping day. (the metermaids did have to hold off until the sweeper actually passed your car, but I'd see them waiting every time, lined up behind the sweeper, and pre-entering data so they could jump right on it when the flag dropped.
As did most of my neighbors, I got quite a thrill when the local miscreants escalated the war on the meters from coin slot jamming up to decapitations. Someone figured out a way to blow out the front of the coin slot with some explosive device, and I guess that was it. (I got over forty bucks in change off the sidewalks after a particularly spectacular night of destruction.) Now the People's Republic of Bezerkley has those computerised sensors with the central pay-stations, and all the spaces collect money, all the time; No more using free leftover minutes. I used to be able to find a space with a broken meter within one block of any place I went. Now I have to park like five or six blocks away from where I'm going.
Bummer dude.
Back in the '70s, my friend Dave got a ticket once for having his car parked on the wrong side of the street (facing backwards). This was probably mostly due to our drunken buddy Pear jumping up on the hood of Dave's Mustang and yelling "FUCKING PIGS!" at a passing cop. Upshot was, Dave decided it was time to practice handbrake parking so he could pull into any space regardless of which way he was approaching from. He had already gotten quite adept at bootlegger turns, so within a few days he was quite good at it. Strangely enough, parking spaces seemed ONLY to be available on the opposite side from where we were after that. Dave slapped the curb a little too hard once and broke a rather spendy 12"x15" alloy rim, and that took some of the fun out of it, so he quit doing it so much.
"Permaculture and other similar ideas are good ones, but they don't scale very well in our economy."
This is too true. We are dabbling in some permaculture at our family farm, and the labor required is pretty laughable by modern standards. The hobby-farming does go well, however, with my other hobby of eating. There is a growing trend in the area of boutique farms producing hand-grown crops for discerning (and wealthy) customers. I don't see this scaling well at all. We grew a few tons of produce for the local food bank last year, but with a lot of free labor from local Rotarians, &c. I sort of became the bean-picker, with my natural dogged perseverance and attention to detail, and I'm still outraged by the low price in the market on those. I do believe someone, somewhere, is being horribly underpaid for that job.
I did the same thing here, selectively pulling, and leaving the "good" stuff. I have a nice lawn of mostly Red Fescue, and never bought any seed. I did leave in the Poa annuis, but I got rid of all the Hordeum. Incidentally, I've wiped out the Tribulus from my whole section of town. By hand. It took about three years, but now I don't have to buy new inner tubes every time I go for a bicycle ride. Tribulus has always been Round-Up resistant, or at least comes back with remarkable alacrity after all the competition dies. I noticed that in the '70s, that's why I've eschewed its use in my zone of control.
I was just admiring a natural graft in an Oak (Q. lobata) tree a couple weeks ago, sorry I didn't snap you a picture. A branch had curved back into a fork in another branch, then grew together in a loop. The big Quercus kelloggii in my Dad's front yard is actually two trees doing the Chang and Eng thing. It happens.
Sounds sort of like the way it went down on Easter Island, if we are to believe the account of Dr. Jared Diamond in "Collapse". Oh, and in what alternate reality were we gonna be doing it wisely?
This is only a threat to the Agri-business monopolies. The price of production should go up a bit, and allow more small farmers to compete with less capital-intensive methods. In other words, it will level the playing field. Dear God, it sounds like we need to pass a stimulus bill. Isn't Monsanto too big to fail?
I am not hep to the correlation, but my POTS Virgin phone has piss-poor coverage. The Network has some major holes, which I work around 'cause I don't mind paying $7 a month.
I would assume the latter.
We have some wooded land almost a hundred miles from a Grizzly Bear Sanctuary in B.C. I'm not necessarily a second-amendment crazy, but if I could only pack heat at one of the two places, I'd pick the theatre.
Even as a youngster, I was a bit of an antisocial asshole. When I was doing a sixty mile hike with some YMCA folks, I packed in canned foods and fresh eggs, just so I could piss off everyone that forgot to bring bacon. I guess the experience of cutting living shrubberies (The Horror!) to make shelters and stuff like that isn't important to most people anymore, and Scouting is all about camaraderie and relevance. I wanted to do a little bit more outdated field work. I'm glad it worked for you, but I did see what the BSA were up to and it just wasn't for me. A field manual that doesn't teach the basics, like a figure-4 and a dead-fall, is far from complete.
In the sixties, I got so disgusted with "Scouting" I got out before We-Be-Los(t). As a youngster, I'd studied all my Dad's scouting manuals from the forties, and thought we'd be doing some serious woodcraft. One of the things I learned from TFM was that a REAL SCOUT can survive anywhere you dropped him with only a knife and an axe. Once again, I fail to see the application. I taught myself to make a fire using a bow-drill. (Well, I did it once, good thing it wasn't a real situation...) Maybe if you could learn how to short out the game's battery battery pack and make a fire it would serve a purpose.
I think that is like getting compensated for SPAM damages. An idea too good to see daylight. "There was an impassioned plea for an end to corruption in government, but cooler heads prevailed."
Kinda ironic, the shite I wade through to cash a legit check with my name on it... My GF's purse was stolen a couple weeks ago, and whoever got it has cashed THOUSANDS of dollars in checks, mostly in the four- to eight-hundred dollar range. I wish I knew the secret, I'd like to get away with cashing my own checks more easily.
I seldom see much calculus in my Botanical research, but I am not a Real Scientist.
Gotta develop the appropriate durability if they're gonna be dealing with whatever I.E.D.s that the People of the Resistance will be able to use.
{"The FBI considers the cyber threat against our nation to be one of the greatest concerns of the 21st century," Steven Chabinksy, the deputy assistant director of the FBI's cyber division, told the same congressional committee.}
Nice link for a tin-hatted AC. Somehow, inadvertant to their primary function as Agents Of Repression, sometimes the FBI and NSA do manage to provide some useful protections for the average Citizen.
Sea Org is those zombies in the blue uniforms, right? Part of cult control is to be sure no one gets any sex without total compliance.
I get a nasty aftertaste as a bonus side-effect from HFCS. It's put me off of soda pop, unless it's that boutique sugary kind. I also find myself making a lot of stuff from scratch because of it. Today I'm making Pizza, and would use canned sauce only if I could find the Hunt's that has just tomatoes and olive oil. I get queasy just looking at the Kid's ChefBoyardee crap. I noticed the other day that only one of the five varieties of salami at the market did not have HFCS. yuck. (Oddly though, it was the lowest price-per-ounce, go figure.)
I have an anecdote here, YMMV. In the olden days, when we were kids, Maharishi Bob and I did an Ice Cream diet, for about six months. Black coffee and bacon for breakfast, a half pound apiece. Lunch was a one pound loaf of sourdough, with one stick (1/4#) of butter, and one half-gallon of ice cream for each of us. Dinner was a Malley's Giant Burger and FRIES. (Larger than the normal 3/4 pounder, Peter Lum loved us. ;-) Robert lost weight, got back to his boot camp physique in fact, for the last time in his life, and I stayed totally skinny. My Grandfather ate a quarter pound of bacon every morning and he was skinny as a rail until the cancer got him @92. BTW, I've gone on to a more typically American diet and seem to be holding @ about 25# over my correct weight. Robert lives in Arnhem now, if he was in America I bet he'd be a lot heavier.
I always spelled it Paisano, but I don't speak Italian at all. I hear Paisan out here from the Mexicans, but again, I don't speak Spanish either.
I hate the fucking eagles, man.