July 2007

What, Are Ya Yellow?

I really should be working on the kitchen cabinets or doing the 30,000 mile axle service on my Jeep. I need to be packing for our rafting trip on Monday. And a new freelance project just showed up in my inbox. So what do I do? What any red-blooded American man would do. I Simpsonized

Pardon Me If I’m Prying

Made in the fashion of Damascus swords (the exact technique of pounding, cooling and folding has been lost for over 200 years), this Son of Pry thing will outlast any multi-tool in your gear shed. Of course, $160 will buy you a lot of Swiss Army Knives. Then again, if you had a Son of

The Book of Duderonomy

Tom, dude, this one’s for you.  The Church of the Latter-Day Dude Myself, I live and die by Duderonomy 1:3 Always write checks whenever possible, as your cash is limited and you never know when you might have to pay off roving bands of heathen Nihilists.

Goofy Footed

Words cannot express how badly I want a pair of these Vibram Five Fingers sandals when I head off for the American River next week. Of course, then I would need a hat like this:

Poison-Oak: the Itch You Can Never Scratch

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“Leaves of three, beware of me” is a useful rule of thumb for avoiding poison-oak. On the other hand this ditty applies quite well to wild raspberry. You could easily find yourself in a bushwhacking situation where you have to make a choice between galloping through one thicket or the other. Tipping-toe through raspberries is