Tom, dude, this one’s for you. Â 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.
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:
“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…
Apocalypse Now as told by Winnie the Pooh.
I found the ashtray above in a Motel 6 in Big Bear, California–similar to the double message Spanish ashtray posted by BoingBoing’s Mark Frauenfelder. I have to point out that we found our ashtray in a nonsmoking room. The sticker was stuck to the outside of the bottom, where I supposed someone thought it would…
Lynn from NatureShutterbug kindly suggested fish oil for my aching knees. At my friendly local grocer I found a product that advertised “NO FISH BURPS.” Solving a problem I never knew I had. What they don’t tell you on the label is that the gelcaps are tough as footballs and each one is roughly the…
Here it is, a week after my Extreme Gardening adventure with Habitat Works, and my knees are swollen to the size of watermelons, screaming with pain. What’s up with that? It could be that my seatpost is too low on my Comfort Bike, wreaking howling havoc in my hinges. I’ll have to check that out…
While other gardeners were uprooting early spring bulbs and planting their perennials, I joined the good folks at Habitat Works for a little tamarisk butt-kicking. The Cleanest Line has a nice little piece lining out what tamarisk did to Canyon de Chelly, explaining why someone might want to pack into a remote section of Piru…
When I started this bike-to-work thing I imagined I might have problems with the usual suspects: logging trucks, Winnebagos, throttle-happy tuners. I had no idea that those damned flesh-eating plants would be the first to attack. Bush, I’m giving you fair warning. I’ve got loppers and I’m not afraid to use them.
Today is Intergalactic Talk Like Bob Dylan Day.
I stumbled on this blog by Googling the words “camp stove.” Go figure. But kirby cracks me up.
Love my Jeep, hate the gas mileage. That’s why I was thrilled to find this Giant Sedona DX on Craigslist for just $225. (Thanks Mark, if you happen to read this, I’m stoked about this bike!) One thing that’s always kept me from bike commuting and saving the environment single-handed is the fact that I…
Every now and then an idea comes along that is so bad that you are powerless to do anything besides see it through to the end. For me one such idea came when my friend John and I wondered if we could go rafting on the Santa Ana River after the spring rains, when the…
Drew Simmons of Wicked Outdoorsy makes an interesting point about Bike-to-Work week. Many of our urban bikeways are so poorly designed that people will feel lucky they survived the trek at all. I live in Ventura, a slow-growth community with a population of 106,000 some-odd people (some odder than others) but I fear cycling here.…
Al Gore’s media critique, Assault on Reason, excerpted in Time, lays a healthy dose of blame for our society’s apparent inability to exercise reason at the foot of television. Clearly, at least to some degree, the “consent of the governed” was becoming a commodity to be purchased by the highest bidder. To the extent that…
