Ten Four Good Buddies

It's already October 4th. I have to walk with a cane, and my beard's dragging the ground. The third and fourth world wars came and went, and now I'm updating this here blog.

Here's a picture from this past weekend. A group of classmates and I went to the beach. It was quite pleasant, and I came out looking like quite the yuppie with my sweater, and choice of food. Everyone else had hot dogs and beer. Not me, it was gouda cheese, a baguette (just the right amount of chewy and crusty), and some red wine. You might notice that I'm sitting on a surfboard at the beach. The closest I've yet gotten to surfing. It was a good time, and I regret never living as close (45 minutes) to the beach as I do now. If you've never seen the Pacific (a misnomer) Ocean, let me know, and we'll see if we can't fix that.

Here's a pair of good links and a short explanation of each. . .

Eating Bark is running a nice feature every Thursday. He's becoming an expert via graduate school on landscape architecture (I think, he'll doubtlessly correct me if I'm wrong). His feature is called Triumph or Travesty, and he presents a design and asks for help from his audience in declaring something as perfect or the worst thing ever.

The Word Nerds have a podcast that comes out with some regularity. I'd describe it as the "Car Talk" of lingustics. Doubtlessly some of you will be interested to hear what they have to say. They've proven to be good "drift off to sleep" noise. I laughed out loud during their "Pet Peeves" show, not an easy feat, as I head quickly toward comatose as soon as I lay down. Don't let the "pod" part of "podcast" scare you away if you've not got yourself an ipod. It's just an mp3 radio show. You can freely download any of their episodes to your computer for listening to whenever you feel so inclined.


And finally, to round this out into a truly multimedia post (sorry, no video), I leave you with this song of star crossed lovers who take a trip to the odeon for a film. It makes them question who they are, and it's as tender as all get out.
Tristan to Iseult by Tarkio.

That's all for now, thanks for bearing with the lack of posts.