Sunday, March 23, 2008
Entropy Downfall
The Ultimate in Entropy. Does it have an achilles heel? Coming back to life, that would be the anti-entropy. That would be beyond power. It would be divine. Happy Easter.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Ultimate in Entropy
Easter is nearly upon us. So while we wait, let's take this time to ponder death and decay. After all, entropy gains on us every minute. There are more wrinkles in the mirror, more creaking in the knees. More forehead. More gut. All reminders that everything burns out. Nothing physical lasts forever. From fruit flies, to trees, to suns. From houses, to cars, and even Sienfeld reruns. Hey, that rhymes. Entropy marches on. Sometimes a little faster, sometimes a little slower, but never in reverse. Always increasing. Energy and time decreasing.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Let's all do our part this year...
Vote for The Heat Miser for president in 2008!
Your Green Party candidate.
Your Green Party candidate.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Doing my part, then...
I recall the words of Willy Wonka, "So much time and so little to do..." That state of being combined with a huge pile of wood make a perfect recipe for doing one's part to bring on higher global temperatures. And though Spring has made small attempts at displacing Winter, more effort is necessary to push on through Summer and into a self-sustaining season of Global warming. If you look closely, you can see an image of Jackie Onassis.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sick and Tired of Wearing Layers...
OK, I know it's January, but isn't this global warming supposed to be here by now? I don't think those international climate summits are working. I thought they were going to get the heat turned up. I bet they're going to say it's up to the individual to make a difference. I guess I could leave my vehicle idling overnight. And I could heat the neighborhood like my mom taught me by leaving the front door open when the heat is cranked up. I could start exercising. Well, this isn't sounding promising, now. The international summit people will just have to figure it out 'cause I'm going to watch Magnum P.I. on Netflix.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Tornado fingerprints
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Birds of a Feather...
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Barge-Eating Tree
Global Dampness
Monday, December 03, 2007
Warming the Garage
If you make enough mistakes, and have a big enough eraser, you can generate some heat to warm a cold garage. This isn't recommended for summer time when there's already plenty of heat. In the summer, either make fewer mistakes, or live with more of them. Living with mistakes contributes less to global warming. So, you can decide what to do based upon what kind of climate you are pushing for.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Iridescence
I guess not all things look better from a distance. For some things it's just the opposite. Up close details can be intriguing, mystifying, beautiful - when you're nose to nose, looking into eyes that 
are looking back. Pondering something that just might be pondering you with true interest in return. That makes you want to get even closer and find more details that no one else has ever discovered. Curiosity magnified by the remote possibility that you are being studied to the same degree in return...
CLICK ON picture to enlarge details.
are looking back. Pondering something that just might be pondering you with true interest in return. That makes you want to get even closer and find more details that no one else has ever discovered. Curiosity magnified by the remote possibility that you are being studied to the same degree in return...CLICK ON picture to enlarge details.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Sun behind Oregon over Columbia from Washington
Thursday, November 15, 2007
W is for ...
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Shiny Scratches and Age Spots
There are several ways to improve upon how something looks...
But the cheapest and least painful method is to dim the lights and increase your distance. Everything looks better from further away.Sunday, November 04, 2007
Dust and Rust
It's that uphill battle over and over again. Everything is sliding down to decay and rot. It's so easy to let it run its course. So easy to sit there for a few more minutes. So hard to get up, to take those steps uphill when you're going to slide down further with each step anyway. There's no gaining on entropy. Any attempt to diminish it results in more. Why fight it?
Do you remember Kunta Kinte? At his right-of-passage ceremony, he charged the big guy who just stepped aside and, with a little extra shove, let Kunta Kinte fly on by and crash. That might be the best we can do: divert entropy. Then we can have a sense of progress up the hill even though entropy is still the winner in the end. We might look good for a little while longer, but where did entropy get diverted to? Our knee joints mainly, and landfills.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Minesweeper
Monday, September 10, 2007
Pretty Peachy
Entropy is a funny thing. When you try to stop it, you end up accelerating it. When you try to avoid it, you swim in it. When you try to eat it, you get a sick feeling deep down in your stomach, and juice stains on your shirt. So, as they say, when you can't beat it, join it, but remember to use your napkin, 'cause there's a bit of mold on the corner of your mouth...
Friday, May 25, 2007
They Keep Coming.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
A Loft-y Experience.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Beacon Rock
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Bent into shape.
Now for a real thrill - relatively speaking. .
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Drawing curved lines using wooden battens.
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Ooo, Aaah.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Stalling.
I need some more time to draw lines, so here are some more exciting tubes-on-the-interstate pictures. Don't fall off your seat.
I have just 3 points to make...
Diagonals on a grid? That's different. Non-conformist lines? Trying to get a better angle on life.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Get back in line.
Well, this could be the beginning of a long series of boring pictures. I know, I know, you think that this is the 79th posting in what is already a long series of boring pictures. Okay, granted, but now we're going to have some really boring pictures. But what do you expect? We've got a 20' x 8', white-washed floor. How exciting can it get? How exciting is drawing lines? And that, dear blog reader, is the next step - drawing straight lines.
How do you draw a straight line 20 feet long? Use a string.
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How do you draw a straight line that is exactly perpendicular to the first? Swing arcs with a compass.
Now, complete the grid with parallel lines.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
'Till then.
There are many forces in one's life that push and pull in all sorts of directions. Some are good and some are bad and some are neutral. Some feel good and some don't. You have to make wise choices about which to resist and which to follow. The consequences of those choices may be immediate or they may reveal themselves days or decades or centuries later.The main force in my life today said, "That's enough garage for now until you till the garden." I think I made a wise choice with both immediate consequences (sore back and happy wife) and long term consequences (fresh vegetables and less grass to mow).
Monday, April 16, 2007
Pretty Lights.
She had to learn the hard way. Pull out in front of me, and my personal escort will have a word with you.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Helping hands.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Giant Spawning Salmon....
I guess I can't get enough of those wind turbine pieces. I've been waiting for the opportunity to catch the blades on film and not just the column sections. Here are two heading South on I-205. I think they are about 150 feet in length.
One shot over the shoulder....
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:WindTurbinesBlueMountains.JPG
One shot over the shoulder....
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:WindTurbinesBlueMountains.JPG
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Wood Floor - That will teach those trees.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Hub
Changes.
Wow. Garage molecules have been moving around. I can see a concrete floor.
Concrete seems so cold and impersonal, though. Maybe there is another option.
There is such a surplus of forests, perhaps a wood floor is in order.
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Concrete seems so cold and impersonal, though. Maybe there is another option.
There is such a surplus of forests, perhaps a wood floor is in order.
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
April Fool, day 3 and counting
One man's garbage door
is another man's garage door
even though it too
is just another garbage door.
before door:
after door:
is another man's garage door
even though it too
is just another garbage door.
before door:
after door:
Sunday, March 18, 2007
3000 words...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Once again...
... the blog became formless and void...
but Entropy continued to work his sinister plan while no one was looking.
Soon a new day will dawn...
and a new season will begin...
the season of Global Warming.
And our feet will forever be toasty and warm...
if not a bit sweaty.
but Entropy continued to work his sinister plan while no one was looking.
Soon a new day will dawn...
and a new season will begin...
the season of Global Warming.
And our feet will forever be toasty and warm...
if not a bit sweaty.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Happy Birthday Entropy S.!
What was formless and void one year ago today is now 68 posts, 120 pictures, 1 video, 57 comments and 1,356 hits. What was a figment of twisted imagination is now gobs of fluff for the world to trip over and/or choke on. Oh, excuse me: over which to trip and/or on which to choke. So, small steps and small bites are recommended for your health and sanity. Special thanks go to Waldo for the cameo's and also to Mr. G. Sun for the excessive, over-abundance of energy that heated the pavement or passed us by and flew into formless and void space.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Timing is everything - as they say
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Garage = Garbage - b
I know you can't tell, but the garage molecules have been moving around a little. Some of the molecules that were laying on the floor are now hanging on the wall studs creating a more pleasant and appealing backdrop and boundary for the horrid mess in the foreground -- and in the background.
What's more, there is now some more appealing lighting to highlight that horrid mess of jumbled garage molecules. I would say that there might be some potential for the heat from the lights to make some more garage molecules move around and find some new places to jumble, but the light is fluorescent, so we'll have to resort to brute force -- but who knows when the next earthquake will be?
(Don't forget to look for Waldo. He's not hiding in a freezing garage for his health.)
What's more, there is now some more appealing lighting to highlight that horrid mess of jumbled garage molecules. I would say that there might be some potential for the heat from the lights to make some more garage molecules move around and find some new places to jumble, but the light is fluorescent, so we'll have to resort to brute force -- but who knows when the next earthquake will be?(Don't forget to look for Waldo. He's not hiding in a freezing garage for his health.)
Sunday, December 31, 2006
2006 in the mirror
One more posting before the year is out seems in order, even if I don't have anything to say.
The only thing to do with 2006 at this point is look back. It's gone. Yet, who we are is linked immeasurably to our memories. So, though the year is gone, it has forever become part of us. Just like that cheese fondue I ate last week.
The only thing to do with 2006 at this point is look back. It's gone. Yet, who we are is linked immeasurably to our memories. So, though the year is gone, it has forever become part of us. Just like that cheese fondue I ate last week.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Where's Waldo
Hood
Life is so amazingly resilient...
Life is incredibly fragile...
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Hoist the jib!
The only way to sail uphill and dead into the wind at the same time.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Same scene, different angle
I know, Iknow. You're sick of the Sandia mountains. Hang in there, I'm almost out of Albuquerque pictures.Besides, there's nothing happening in the garage right now, and every now and then it's good for the eyes to focus on infinity -- to stretch a little.
Sure, you and I both know that it's not infinity, but my camera doesn't know that (nevermind the fact that ALL the pictures are as far from your eyes as your monitor screen).
Many people grew up with something that functioned as a directional reference point. That, among other things, is what these mountains are to me. "Sandia mountains East of Albuquerque -- Volcanoes to the West." More on the volcanoes later.
Thanks, Southwest Airlines, for the slight turn to starboard.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Mid-day Sandia
Click to enlarge. See if you can make out the antennaes on the peak ridge. If you can't see the mountain clearly, look behind the casino.
Friday, November 24, 2006
The Duke City lights
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Sandia
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Inertia
Friday, November 10, 2006
roygbiv
2 interesting things about rainbows.One: no one has to plug them in. They just need the proper alignment of events that are happening anyway.
Two: even when they're out of focus, they still look like rainbows.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Gone Fishin'.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Overdue "barn" update -- doors
Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Oscar the Grouch ate Waldo.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Where's Waldo?
Friday, October 20, 2006
Seasons
I can't wait for Globalwarming to get here. This is the time of year when I really begin to think about it. The first frost will be here soon. I know, Buffalo-ites already got theirs, but it comes later and less often in the Northwest. Don't get me wrong, I still appreciate a nice dose of Globalwarming. But we need some Autumn, too, so that the Globalwarming attire can go on sale. Then I can stock up on sunglasses, shorts and Don Ho shirts.
As the Globalwarming season sets in, I won't have to work so hard in the garage to generate heat. I'll be able to chill, and relax. I can chillax. In fact, when I find myself doing something, I may find that I tend toward more efficiency in order to not overly contribute to excess heat. But I doubt it. I'll probably just chillax.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
OHH, C%$P#@&*OLA!!!
AH, Nuts!!I drove right past it!
Another proof that driving while talking on the cell phone, eating, writing, and thinking doesn't work. The brain picks what it "thinks" it should focus on instead of paying attention to the important mile markers in life.
And it came with the added blessing of a timing belt light to glare in my eyes for the next 10 to 20 thousand miles.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
?99,905.5
The odometers are rolling over.
CNN quoted the census bureau numbers of America's population in 1915 at 100 million, 200 million in 1967, and today, 39 years later, we are rolling over to 300 million.
I tried to rollover the beater truck to 200,000 miles today, but, alas, it will have to wait until tomorrow. Today would have been a good day for it. I guess I could go for a late drive for a couple of hours and hit all zeros before midnight, but with it being after dark and with 300 million people around, I'd probably hit someone. We wouldn't want to roll that peoplometer backwards just to knock out a few more miles, now, would we.
Anyway, the truck might be hitting 300,000 miles for all I know, but Gary and Tony, the mechanics, think it's the lesser of the two options.
Older and older. "Now" is always at our side, but the seconds incessantly slip past and accumulate into piles of years. Not faster, not slower. One by one steadily slipping by.
Squeeking up the hill with rust holes in our sides and a cloud of exhaust in our wake.
CNN quoted the census bureau numbers of America's population in 1915 at 100 million, 200 million in 1967, and today, 39 years later, we are rolling over to 300 million.
I tried to rollover the beater truck to 200,000 miles today, but, alas, it will have to wait until tomorrow. Today would have been a good day for it. I guess I could go for a late drive for a couple of hours and hit all zeros before midnight, but with it being after dark and with 300 million people around, I'd probably hit someone. We wouldn't want to roll that peoplometer backwards just to knock out a few more miles, now, would we.
Anyway, the truck might be hitting 300,000 miles for all I know, but Gary and Tony, the mechanics, think it's the lesser of the two options.
Older and older. "Now" is always at our side, but the seconds incessantly slip past and accumulate into piles of years. Not faster, not slower. One by one steadily slipping by.
Squeeking up the hill with rust holes in our sides and a cloud of exhaust in our wake.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
It came to pass something like this, I think...
At the age of 9, Fredrick Dreival came from Denmark to America with his imigrant parents in 1922 following a spat his mother had with the neighbors, the Steins. Living in poor conditions as they struggled to survive, he followed his father into construction. One day in 1932, he returned home from work to the small apartment his family rented to find that his cat had been crushed by falling ceiling plaster. From that day forward, Fredrick vowed to make the world a safer place. Years in the construction trade and a keen mind led to Fredrick Dreival's most impacting invention: gypsum board, more commonly known after its inventor as Drywall.
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