In June, I’ll be joining a group of 6 friends for a 25-mile roundtrip hike in Colorado. It’s a brutal plan: start at ~7000 feet at 2:00 AM and climb to the peak (at 14110 feet), quickly snap the obligatory summit picture and then turn around and hike back down. If we’re lucky we’ll finish by 6:00 PM. If we’re really lucky we won’t get caught above the treeline when the afternoon electrical storms come. (Read more about Barr Trail.)
Most of the guys in the group have already started preparing. One joined a gym, two others have increased their workout regimen. Several have changed their diets. Several have committed to taking local hikes regularly to stay fit.
So I was pleased when I was invited today to hike with some friends in Annadel State Park. It was a great opportunity to put feet to dirt, expand my lungs, refresh the callouses that keep my hiking boots comfortable, etc. But I stayed home instead and finished my taxes.
I’m not in complete denial — I have begun preparing for the trip:
That should carry me through 12.5 miles of 11% grade, no?
I went shopping for a new DVD monitor recently. The LCDs and plasma screens are so nice, it’s hard to consider purchasing a tube. But the flat-panel prices are obscene…
(I took these prices from goodguys.com. Better prices are probably available elsewhere, but unless they’re significantly lower, like 50% lower, I’m not interested.)
The salesman at Magnolia Hi-Fi assured me that LCD and plasma prices would not be coming down any time soon. I’ll admit that asking a commissioned salesman for a reason to postpone spending money was a pointless exercise, but I’ll record his comments here for future entertainment value. We’ll come back in a few months to see how he fared.
If you take a look back to March of 2002, Dell’s new 19-inch LCD display (the 1900FP) sold for about $1300. I picked one up on sale for $1050. Today, the same unit sells for $719. (And if you can live with a screen that’s nine-tenths of an inch smaller, you can buy the 1800FP for $539.) From $1300 to $719 represents a price drop of 45%.
The guy at Magnolia also said that the reject rate on the production line for big plasma screens is 90%. I haven’t attempted to verify this, but if it’s true that the factories have to junk nine of ten units produced, then we’ll absolutely see huge price reductions over the next 12 months as those assembly kinks are worked out.
The new Porcupine Tree album, In Absentia, features one of the strongest drum performances I’ve heard in months. Gavin Harrison’s playing is fresh, innovative, and beautifully recorded. Check out the groove from The Sound of Muzak:
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Patronize these links, man:
Did you know that some canned tomatoes are processed with lye? Did you know that the famed italian plum tomatoes, San Marzanos, aren’t really available any more? Have you ever used canned tomatoes and then had to fish rock-hard lumps of canned-tomato flesh out of the pot? Did you know that those lumps result from a chemical additive that can be avoided by careful shopping?
Read all about canned tomatoes: how they’re picked, how they’re processed, and which taste the best: Tomatoes by the Tin
There’s a line in Good Will Hunting that I never understood. I’ve seen the movie a few times, but could never make sense of this one line — which was clearly a joke, but over my head. It comes in the scene where Matt Damon’s character argues with Robin Williams’ character, and then Williams’ character throws Damon’s out of the office. On the way out, Damon says, “Fuck you!” To which Williams replies, “You’re the shepherd.”
He’s the shepherd? WTF?
The other day on the treadmill, I had an insight: I understood the joke. I think it’s great how these mysteries occupy dark corners of the mind, only to spring into the light with no conscious provocation weeks or months later.
Here’s the scene: Sean (Williams’ character, the therapist) and Will (Damon) are discussing Will’s plans for the future. Will is being characteristically sarcastic. IMDB provides this transcript of the exchange:
Sean: | So what do you really want to do? | ||
Will: | I wanna be a shepherd. | ||
Sean: | Really. | ||
Will: | I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them. | ||
Sean: | Maybe you should go do that. |
And then Sean walks to the door, opens it up, and makes a “get the hell out” motion. He’s upset because Will is not taking the therapy seriously. If you don’t remember this, the big revelation isn’t going to be very interesting. But I’ll tell you anyway.
The key isn’t what Will said, but what Sean responded to. There’s an implied pun. Will said, “Fuck you!” But Sean turned it into an insult back at Will. Sean’s reply, “You’re the shepherd,” makes perfect sense if you spell Will’s comment this way: “Fuck ewe!”
(If you just said “ee-wee” under your breath, please visit this pronounciation guide right now.)