3.05.2011

 
Hunting U-boats with Papa in the Caribbean
Off we go into the wild (azure) blue yonder.


Heading on vacation Sunday. Sun and fun. Sadly, we won't be hunting U-boats with Ernest Hemmingway as in the picture below... but Sue and I will be enjoying all other manner of toasty, wet goodness. The photo below is from a recent book that tells the story of Hemingway's presumably conning the US Navy out of some guns and gasoline to pursue his drinking and fishing and fun in the sunning.

 
Our itinerary follows the map at left, first with the red loop and second with the blue loop. Saling on the 950-foot long Caribbean Princess with about 3100 other pax, along with a crew of about 1150 men and women.
Counting down the hours now....

2.20.2011

Map envy
Some thoughts from Judith Schalansky's Atlas of Remote Islands

Subtitled "Fifty Islands I Have Never Set Foot On and Never Will," this book should have swept me off my feet--but didn't. The book is adored by many in the design and cartographic fields, garnering some awards. And it is, I cannot deny, cute, and a nice piece of book design work. The method of geolocation through a simply displayed triangulation scheme, while a little obscure, eventually comes into focus as a clever little device.
I did, though, find the text to be somewhat disjointed. Of course, the book is 50 mini-essays about 50 topics that are really disparate and related only in their physical manifestation. 
And how can I even say anything mildly disparaging about a tome that devotes two entire pages to Tristan de Cunha, that most isolated South Atlantic rock, 2700 miles from the nearest anywhere... that most ignored of all destinations? And I do adore Schalansky's cartomilitancy...
"It is high time for cartography to take its place among the arts and for the atlas to be recognized as literature."
Now, in the course of the preface, she drops the most tantalizing bombshell... she teases us with her report of a former teacher's collection of early map works, student work, refining their skills at cartography...
"A few years ago, my typography professor showed me an enormous book that she had stored in a huge map chest. I had already seen some of her collections: old poetry albums, watercolors of ribbons and varieties of sausage and cakes... But then she brought out a folio of crumpled silk paper wrapped in blue marble sheets... Each smooth, yellowed page was full of geometric constructions: crosses, boxes, single, double, triple; broken lines and solid lines; plain, cursive and decorative lettering, abbreviations, arrows and symbols, patches of watercolor and the most delicate cross-hatching. All the protagonists of the cartographical narrative were individually listed and practices in this volume--down to the black and white lines of the borders and the scale measures. Sometimes the stroke of the quill was a little clumsy, but in other places it was so perfect that is seemed barely possible it could have been made by a human hand. The folio was a bound collection of topographical drawings from the apprenticeship of a French cartographer between 1887 and 1889, as the title's ornate majuscule proclaimed."
This is a book that should be published. The idea of this manuscript has bored its way into my brain like some science fiction death worm, and I so, so want to spend time with that book. Anyway, thats my two cents worth.
Is Ken Jennings calling Watson a nerd?
Or just talking smack, and hopin' for a rematch?

Watson has lots in common with a top-ranked human Jeopardy! player: It's very smart, very fast, speaks in an uneven monotone, and has never known the touch of a woman.

2.18.2011

From the blog Age of Uncertainty
A sad souvenir that probably won't ever be used again.
 
Chapter 1. Know books
Chapter 2. Love books.
Chapter 3. Share your love of books.
Chapter 4. Nahhhhh! More like,"Build a website..."
Life is a series of tests -- 
this material will show up when you least expect it!

One of my career goals has always been to be one of the old guys who work at hardware stores who know exactly what all those little widgets and geegaws are for.
14.5 million New Englanders completely understand this guy...
That, and laser flamethrowers to melt the snow away.

Abington man makes bombs to clear snow banks

Evil, evil snowbanks!

12.31.2010

Here we go again....
New year promises more of same, new stuff too!

12.26.2010


Is that a buzz word I hear?
Or, have I got a mosquito in my ear?

Linked In has posted the ten most overused words and phrases in their members' work life profiles... 
Yeah, so? I think maybe all ten fit me...

Dynamic, Motivated Team Player with Proven Track Record of Fast-Paced, Results-Oriented Problem Solving, seeks position to utilize his/her Extensive, Innovative and Entrepreneural Experience.

Can you spot them all?
Happy Holidays
A fine Christmas greeting story, well-told

From T-Minus: the race to the moon, by Jim Ottaviani, drawn by Zander and Kevin Cannon


T-Minus is a terrific graphic account of the race to the moon. They call it a work of historical fiction; it is largely set in the NASA of the 1960s, and seen through the eyes of the engineers. I especially enjoyed the depictions of the NASA procedures.

12.10.2010

I believe that those are not French Fries
but rather Freedom Fries to which you are referring.

12.03.2010

For the sophistic and law-savvy traveller
Awesome skivvies...




An outfit called Cargo Collective is selling metallic printed 4th amendment underwear. Protest the TSA scatter searches without opening your mouth. The perfect Christmas gift. Sadly, it looks like most of the styles and sizes are sold out already.

12.02.2010

It was a party we'll never forget
..and guess who stopped by.

Everett Hiller takes pix of his annual holiday party and before he shares them with the attendees, he adds celebrities... "I must have been wasted; I don't even remember Obama being there."
The words just won't come
A true-to-life depiction of the dilemma


Writer's block 

newly replaced link!

11.28.2010

Crime, Punishment and Gettin' Your Face Smashed In
Justice and injustice on America's Indian Reservations

From Mother Jones. One in three American Indian women will be raped in her lifetime. On some reservations crime levels are 20 times the national average. The story of vigilante justice that may be the only justice available.
And, as for those rumors that all Native Americans are getting rich off the tribal casino interests:
A quarter of American Indians live below the poverty level; Ruben is on food stamps. His casino royalty check last year was for $8. "I'd rather they send a midget to my house to knock on the door," he says, "and when I open it, have him punch me in the nuts and say, 'Thanks for bein' Pawnee.'"
Mac McClellan covers human rights for Mother Jones.

11.25.2010

Things required for Thanksgiving Day
1. turkey, 2. Alice's Restaurant, 3. cranberry sauce





A big shout out to Metafilter for giving us the lyrics to Alice's Restaurant in their entirety

At left, Arlo and family

11.15.2010

ican going to graduate to now
A grad student thanks her professional term paper writer
The Chronicle publishes a guy who makes over $60,000 a year writing term papers for struggling college students. Best part is the comments section where educators line up to claim no responsibility for the problem.
He offers a free sample sentence that will work in any paper you write,
A close consideration of the events which occurred in ____ during the ____ demonstrate that ____ had entered into a phase of widespread cultural, social, and economic change that would define ____ for decades to come.

11.13.2010

Viva Linkdump!
Here's some stuff I been carrying around in my pocket...

How home runs happen,,.that anyone can even hit a big-league pitch is a wonder in itself. That some can hit home runs is practically a miracle. On paper, at least, the feat seems impossible.

The Navy has figured out how to turn a stream of sea water into an antenna... Damn, those guys at NRL are frickin clever...

Sick of waiting for red lights? Buy your way through.

to Mollie: sorry the packhorse librarian program ended in 1943.

S.O.S....S.O.S.... uh... nevermind.