You know me, I don't like to complain.
The family of the beloved children’s poet Shel Silverstein has released Every Thing On It, a collection of playful, previously unpublished poems and drawings. “I cannot see your face,” Silverstein wrote in a poem to his young readers, but in “some far-off place” he assures them, “I hear you laughing — and I smile.”
I was in an airport with my wife and we were trying to get to somewhere in Europe with my Dad. We had the times wrong or something and didn’t think we were going to make it through check-in on time and were going to arrange for a later flight.
At some point I wound up on a watch list because I was mocking some lady that operated a ticket counter and was barred from the airport along with everyone else I had associated with at some point in my life and there were fliers being handed out with pictures.
I snuck back in via shuttle and turned myself in to an armed guard once I made contact with the Mrs.
Somehow I was sharing a desk with a person I don’t like and my new monitor was missing. Also, the person I was now sitting next to had managed to get my monitor arm from my house for their display and was quite pleased with the arrangement.
My new monitor had completely vanished, and so I started making a big fuss over it. I found out that I had actually paid for the monitor and had a receipt and demanded satisfaction.
It wasn’t really a great dream but it’s rare I remember them at all.
I have started taking photos of odds and ends before they go into a storage bin, so that when I need to find a “Firewire 400 cable” or “20 amp wall wart marked linksys” I can do so without rooting through multiple bins like a lunatic.
It also lets me take a glance at the junk I’ve been collecting and find good candidates for throwing into a trash bin or putting up on craigslist — which I successfully did with a battery charger for a rechargeable Nikon battery that I no longer needed.
Obviously you can use whatever photo manager you want for this, I shove them into iPhoto albums titled storage@$name.
Extra mega bonus round: her last name is Jenkins. #wow
“Corn sugar” isn’t sugar, it’s fat syrup.
Well, let me tell you something, funny boy. Y’know that little stamp, the one that says “New York Public Library”? Well that may not mean anything to you, but that means a lot to me. One whole hell of a lot.
Sure, go ahead, laugh if you want to. I’ve seen your type before: Flashy, making the scene, flaunting convention. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. What’s this guy making such a big stink about old library books? Well, let me give you a hint, junior. Maybe we can live without libraries, people like you and me. Maybe. Sure, we’re too old to change the world, but what about that kid, sitting down, opening a book, right now, in a branch at the local library and finding drawings of pee-pees and wee-wees on the Cat in the Hat and the Five Chinese Brothers? Doesn’t HE deserve better?
Look. If you think this is about overdue fines and missing books, you’d better think again. This is about that kid’s right to read a book without getting his mind warped! Or: maybe that turns you on, Seinfeld; maybe that’s how y’get your kicks. You and your good-time buddies. Well I got a flash for ya, joy-boy: Party time is over. Y’got seven days, Seinfeld. That is one week!
Seinfeld Episode 22 - Oct 16, 1991: The Library
Shabbat shalom y’all
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beat i made after work today. enjoy.
It has ever since been a pleasure to me to see good workmen handle their tools; and it has been useful to me, having learnt so much by it as to be able to do little jobs myself in my house when a workman could not readily be got, and to construct little machines for my experiments, while the intention of making the experiment was fresh and warm in my mind.
— Benjamin Franklin (via pith)
(via pith)
Your firearms are useless against them.
