Thursday, October 27, 2005
Test drive...
The old website is still there for now. I'll take a few days to see how this goes before I take the old site down. Feel free to post your feedback.
The old website is still there for now. I'll take a few days to see how this goes before I take the old site down. Feel free to post your feedback.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
For those of you I haven't already told, I'm planning to go to Maggie and Johann Kleinsasser's biodynamic dairy farm on November 15 for a little while. It's very close to Everdale, although I've still never been there. We get milk from them every week. Many ex-Everdalians have interned there. Rumour has it that it's a very awesome place.
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Saturday, October 22, 2005
Everdale site should be coming up soon!! I've been working pretty hard on it. Seriously. It's gonna be great. Well, decent. You probably won't be that impressed. There's a lot to it that you won't even be able to see which I've been spending a whole lot of my time on (the administrator's interface). But I'm just happy it's over.
I gotta cool it with these sideburns... They're pretty massive, not really in proportion with the rest of my head. (I cut my hair - sorry Kara, Meta.) All I need is some warm water and a mirror, which are a little hard to come by in combination around here. We've had to shut off the plumbing at the washing station outside because of the chilly temperatures. It's frosted a couple nights here. The frost draws white outlines around every blade of grass. It makes everything look like a very realistic cartoon.
P.S. Rumour has it that Jean might be returning in February. But take it with a grain of salt, just in case. What a dude.
I gotta cool it with these sideburns... They're pretty massive, not really in proportion with the rest of my head. (I cut my hair - sorry Kara, Meta.) All I need is some warm water and a mirror, which are a little hard to come by in combination around here. We've had to shut off the plumbing at the washing station outside because of the chilly temperatures. It's frosted a couple nights here. The frost draws white outlines around every blade of grass. It makes everything look like a very realistic cartoon.
P.S. Rumour has it that Jean might be returning in February. But take it with a grain of salt, just in case. What a dude.
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Friday, October 14, 2005
Why the cursor doesn't just show up automatically
It's a mysterious thing when the cursor doesn't show up automatically. It seems to be the case when the "content" field is empty when loading the page. However, even though the cursor doesn't show up, you can still click in the field and begin typing. Thank God for that! Imagine what the customers would say if you couldn't even type. I don't know what I'd do. In fact, I don't know what you'd do either. You might be out of a job. In fact, you might already be out of a job. Let's talk about it.
Being out of a job
When you're out of a job, you have no way of making money. You need a job in order to earn a living. Jobs are very useful for that sort of thing. How would you like to make a living? What? You're asking me? Well, I enjoy typing nonsense like this. I wish someone would pay me to do this. In fact, someone is paying me to do this. It's great. I'm going to do this forever and forever oh man.
It's a mysterious thing when the cursor doesn't show up automatically. It seems to be the case when the "content" field is empty when loading the page. However, even though the cursor doesn't show up, you can still click in the field and begin typing. Thank God for that! Imagine what the customers would say if you couldn't even type. I don't know what I'd do. In fact, I don't know what you'd do either. You might be out of a job. In fact, you might already be out of a job. Let's talk about it.
Being out of a job
When you're out of a job, you have no way of making money. You need a job in order to earn a living. Jobs are very useful for that sort of thing. How would you like to make a living? What? You're asking me? Well, I enjoy typing nonsense like this. I wish someone would pay me to do this. In fact, someone is paying me to do this. It's great. I'm going to do this forever and forever oh man.
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Kurt
Kurt is 16 years old. He has brown hair. He likes to fish and jump rope. His pasttimes are model trains and worm collecting. He loves apples and eats one every day. His dentist says he has good teeth. His father is a professional golfer, and his mother bakes pies for several corporations. He likes eating his mother's pies. He doesn't like to cook, but he likes to watch TV, especially on Thursdays when his favourite television program is broadcast. The name of this program is "His Brown Cow", and Kurt watches this program every Thursday. He also likes to eat chocolate. His mother buys a bottle of chocolate pop every Tuesday. On Wednesdays his mother prepares pizza. She likes alcohol.
The End
Kurt is 16 years old. He has brown hair. He likes to fish and jump rope. His pasttimes are model trains and worm collecting. He loves apples and eats one every day. His dentist says he has good teeth. His father is a professional golfer, and his mother bakes pies for several corporations. He likes eating his mother's pies. He doesn't like to cook, but he likes to watch TV, especially on Thursdays when his favourite television program is broadcast. The name of this program is "His Brown Cow", and Kurt watches this program every Thursday. He also likes to eat chocolate. His mother buys a bottle of chocolate pop every Tuesday. On Wednesdays his mother prepares pizza. She likes alcohol.
The End
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Pastoral Laundry
Pastoral laundry goes back a long ways. It all started in the late 1800s by an old man by the rustic name of Fenderbier Munkingbrew. Old Fenderbier was five days away from his death, and he thought, "It's best to live my live thoroughly at this point." So he lived his last days doing women's laundry in a pastoral setting.
"My, what beautiful clothes these women have!" remarked old Fenderbier during his daily laundry-a-washing.
The End
Pastoral laundry goes back a long ways. It all started in the late 1800s by an old man by the rustic name of Fenderbier Munkingbrew. Old Fenderbier was five days away from his death, and he thought, "It's best to live my live thoroughly at this point." So he lived his last days doing women's laundry in a pastoral setting.
"My, what beautiful clothes these women have!" remarked old Fenderbier during his daily laundry-a-washing.
The End
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Thursday, October 13, 2005
Holy crapoli. This picture of wild sheep in Australia looks computer-generated. Jon took it.
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Thursday, October 06, 2005
The squash harvest (September 23).
Coral harvests a butternut
Knife-happy Ben in the butternut patch
Gavin and Tarrah harvest sunshine
Nathan pauses before picking up the next squash
Some guy
Supermodel Jeff takes the lead
That guy again and Karen in the background
Moonmama with a butternut baby
Alex doing some good, old-fashioned truck swinging
A well-deserved rest after a long day
Coral harvests a butternut
Knife-happy Ben in the butternut patch
Gavin and Tarrah harvest sunshine
Nathan pauses before picking up the next squash
Some guy
Supermodel Jeff takes the lead
That guy again and Karen in the background
Moonmama with a butternut baby
Alex doing some good, old-fashioned truck swinging
A well-deserved rest after a long day
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I thought I'd post a backlog of some of the photos I've been collecting. Here are some from Schmidt farm, for starters.
Carolyn loves to hug the piglet
Ricky has a thing for piglets nibbling at his finger
Schmidt's pristine cheesemaking laboratory
Andy getting some bovine love
Rachel likes to duck
Schmidt demonstrates his magic schoolbus (it's actually quite cool)
Carolyn loves to hug the piglet
Ricky has a thing for piglets nibbling at his finger
Schmidt's pristine cheesemaking laboratory
Andy getting some bovine love
Rachel likes to duck
Schmidt demonstrates his magic schoolbus (it's actually quite cool)
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Monday, October 03, 2005
Good times here at the E-dalio. I helped harvest the pumpkins on Saturday. Pumpkins are great. They have so much character, especially the particularly wrinkly and warty ones. They seem to be one of the older, wiser veggies. Gourds in general are. They're like the vegetable equivalent of owls. I love them.
Yesterday Coral and I tried to bike to the Elora Gorge, but never quite made it. We got as far as Fergus. What a beautiful day it was. It's so nice to have August-like days in October. Some of those dense maple forests are still completely green inside. It seems that the leaves most exposed to sunlight turn first, and the others follow later. It's a beautiful time of year.
Patty and B'Alex won a bunch of weed for helping someone move firewood, so we shared some joints last night around a tiny campfire in the tipi. We went through three joints, and I still didn't feel anything besides a burning throat (I'm still getting over a cold that Patty graciously passed along to everyone here). Alex was starting to wonder if I was immune to the effects of pot, because he says he knows another person who is.
But after a few minutes, as we got onto the subject of whether mushrooms or pot is a better first drug, I started feeling it. I found my mind suddenly detached and wandering away from what I was in the middle of saying. Pretty wild, if you ask me. I started second-guessing about everything I was saying. Whenever I started speaking, my mind seemed to wander somewhere else. It's quite fun. Patty and Alex were just laughing as I was describing how I felt; it seemed to bring back some memories for them.
We watched The Big Empty right after, which is a pretty funny, odd film. Although, even while watching it I knew I was totally incapable of forming a serious opinion of it. It's pretty hard to follow a story when you're high. I can now understand why last week when we lit up nobody was able to follow that Norwegian film that we'd rented (we watched Half Baked instead; wickedly appropriate, if you ask me).
Moonmama is coming for the week. Apparently she's bringing a surprise. I'll let you know what it is when I find out.
Yesterday Coral and I tried to bike to the Elora Gorge, but never quite made it. We got as far as Fergus. What a beautiful day it was. It's so nice to have August-like days in October. Some of those dense maple forests are still completely green inside. It seems that the leaves most exposed to sunlight turn first, and the others follow later. It's a beautiful time of year.
Patty and B'Alex won a bunch of weed for helping someone move firewood, so we shared some joints last night around a tiny campfire in the tipi. We went through three joints, and I still didn't feel anything besides a burning throat (I'm still getting over a cold that Patty graciously passed along to everyone here). Alex was starting to wonder if I was immune to the effects of pot, because he says he knows another person who is.
But after a few minutes, as we got onto the subject of whether mushrooms or pot is a better first drug, I started feeling it. I found my mind suddenly detached and wandering away from what I was in the middle of saying. Pretty wild, if you ask me. I started second-guessing about everything I was saying. Whenever I started speaking, my mind seemed to wander somewhere else. It's quite fun. Patty and Alex were just laughing as I was describing how I felt; it seemed to bring back some memories for them.
We watched The Big Empty right after, which is a pretty funny, odd film. Although, even while watching it I knew I was totally incapable of forming a serious opinion of it. It's pretty hard to follow a story when you're high. I can now understand why last week when we lit up nobody was able to follow that Norwegian film that we'd rented (we watched Half Baked instead; wickedly appropriate, if you ask me).
Moonmama is coming for the week. Apparently she's bringing a surprise. I'll let you know what it is when I find out.
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