I’m a fan of Gordon Ramsay, mostly because I can tell he is passionate about what he does (in spite of his extreme commercialism) – he’s an interesting character.
I’m a fan of Gordon Ramsay, mostly because I can tell he is passionate about what he does (in spite of his extreme commercialism) – he’s an interesting character.
I’m an unapologetic packrat. So, a few years ago, I decided to resolve that problem by stipulating in my will that my executor get rid of all my stuff at an estate sale. It’s a form of recycling and nobody who cares about me or my stuff will have to sort through it and figure it out. Don’t worry for them, the potassium cyanide is clearly labelled.
Let me postulate that knowledge actually is power. That would mean that intellectual property is a strategic asset: the asymmetry between its pile of intellectual property and other nations’ piles can be converted to potential military force and dominance.
Have you ever shoveled out a manure pile? I have. Here’s what it feels like: under the shit, there’s more shit. And under that shit, guess what’s there? If you guessed “more shit” you’re right. Even the dirt under a manure pile becomes so infused that it’s hard to tell where the manure pile stops and the planetary core begins.
My friend Jenna K. sent me a package, when she saw that I was casting silver.
When I saw news of the recent spate of deaths on Mt Everest, I read up on them, and the pages about the traffic jams on Everest were really sobering.
Where we left things, my blade was clayed up and standing in the corner drying.
We decided to quench swords in order of length, shortest first.
This is what it looks like when you are correcting the back of the blade.
Nobody got hurt and nothing was permanently damaged. Other than that, the day did not go particularly well. [Read more…]