I’m not one of those chappies that as a regular thing gives gallery owners more than a civil how-do-you-do and a lift of the chapeau, but I’m not above parting with a bit of the Wooster plenty to encourage art of the right sort.
Storing energy in the form of compressed air underground is looking promising. (more…)
I just picked up an audio copy of Past Imperfect on the recommendation of Orson Scott Card. I’m really liking it so far. (more…)
“Canadian MPs will be served seal meat this week in support of hunters fighting an EU ban on products from the animals.”
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“Last month, an offer of seal meat caught by indigenous hunters to the world’s leading economic ministers at a G7 meeting in Iqaluit, 200 miles south of the Arctic circle, sparked outrage.” (link)
What kinder prospector allows to the papers as how he’s discovered a gusher? Shoot. That’s moxie.
Temples may have led to cities and then agriculture, and not the other way around.
On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)
When women see a Husqvarna chainsaw or dirt bike, they will often let the men in their company know that Husqvarna sewing machines are high quality products. But just think how the market for sewing machines could possibly expand if Husqvarna put two-stroke engines on some instead of electric motors.
This kind of stuff worries me. Not because I disagree with it. I don’t. But modern America is completely messed up on issues of sex, identity, and equality. I bet 40 years ago people were starting to say similar things about homosexuality.
Does this mean that Mormons really do worship a different Jesus? One’s bean is too full of airy nothings to tell. I asked Jeeves about it, but the fellow was rather shirty on the subject. Said that even a dashed tophole gentleman’s personal gentleman might cavil at explicating matters of philo-theological concern, or words to that effect.
But its not as dry as this.
Can we all agree that being the architect or chief-builder for one of the greatest expressions of the Western soul and one of the monuments of western achievement, and then not even so much as signing your name on it, is the kind of bad a** that can only be expressed with expletives? That is all.
AKA Noah’s covenant, aka, the most butt-kicking, hairy-chested, hidebound, hardshell covenant of shazam in the world. Steaks, sex, and the firing squad, man.