My dad, when not engaged in shooting fierce muskies, worked on NASA’s Space Program, doing mysterious programming things connected with the Shuttle. Thanks to The Muskinator, I signed up for the NASA newsletter. That’s where I learned that ingenious tinkerers have modified a Boeing 747 into a giant flying telescope (SOFIA seeks secrets of planetary […]
That pretty much sums up a lot of my week. I’d tell you all about it but I’m off to the other day job. Let me link you to another poem by Wendell Berry. I found this one in my daily Writer’s Almanac today, and it was quite a comfort: XI. from Leavings. Back later.
I can tell from the search terms that you snowbirds want to know just one thing. Has it snowed yet? Well, no, not yet. In fact, today’s a nice sunny day. But I’m not going to show you that, because I have a lot of other things to show you that backed up while I […]
As you might expect, November in the north country is . . . quiet. The roadside park at Birch Lake is closed and the road it’s beside is blessedly empty. Which is a good thing, as there are suicidal deer everywhere, doing their best to wreck my car with me in it. We’ve had an abundant […]
Babs Young writes: I love the milkweed pods when they do this. So I’ve been stopping along the roads to take their picture. I also put some some of the Loeb farm pictures up on Flickr. You can find them here. Nice textures and colors, Babs. D’you think I could have called this “Bouquet with […]
Last night the phone rang and I settled in for a nice chat with LaMirada Bob and Bonnie his Beloved. (You may recall that Bonnie grows lavish roses and bougainvillea and orchids at the LaMirada Estate, while Bob her Beloved amuses himself by relating apocryphal stories of the fierce muskies that menaced my Rhinelander childhood.) […]
November 22, 2009
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