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This graphic was part of a talk given at the recent Science Writers convention, “Science Writing In the Age of Denial,” hosted by the University of Wisconsin Madison. Wired Science has a good recap of the conference, the gist of which is that despite the best efforts of science and science writers, people will hold fast to the beliefs that bring them comfort. It’s interesting, if a little tweety, and worth a checkout.

“…You need the room, you need the door, and you need the determination to shut the door. You need a concrete goal, as well. Don’t wait for the muse. As I’ve said, He’s a hardheaded guy who’s not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering. This isn’t the Ouija board or the spirit-world we’re talking about here, but just another job like laying pipe or driving long-haul trucks. Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you’re going to be every day from nine ‘til noon or seven ‘til three. If he does know, I assure you that sooner or later he’ll start showing up, chomping his cigar and making his magic.” – Stephen King

Back in a few days.

ImageFrom The Source Weekly’s Outdoor Column:

They go from town. Pedaling down the shoulder, they ride side-by-side because traffic is minimal and the cars that do pass have bikes on top. The woman is local, the two men are from out of town. She takes a left toward the trailhead and they follow, passing a parking lot half filled with dirty Subarus and Toyota pickups. A 1984 VW Westfalia the color of burnt toast sits off in one corner with the sliding door open, giving the riders a quick glimpse of goose-bumped skin as someone shimmies out of their shorts.

On the trail there are still patches of snow. Rather than avoid them, the woman climbs out of her saddle and goes through them, keeping the single track single. A mile down the trail, she hears laughter from behind and knows what’s coming.

“What is that? A flaming chicken?”

For the whole piece, visit: Trail Blazing.


12-feet by 16-feet with a loft. I finished the ceiling a few weeks ago, and the floor went in yesterday in about four hours.

I put in a wood floor yesterday. It wasn’t planned. A neighbor called before 9am and said he was tearing out more than 2000 sq feet of cherry hardwood from a commercial rental he owns downtown and did I want any of it. I did, but I didn’t want to move it twice, so rather than unload it from the back of the Subaru into stacks, I unloaded it onto the actual floor. It came together pretty well, and seems to add to the whole mishmash of recycled and gifted materials that comprise the little house. It’s been a fun learning experience and a good project.


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