Not sure if this in inspirational or sad. The boy has drive, but did he lose his childhood?
11 year old boy graduates from college with honors.
At least bullies aren’t a problem for him, since he’s also won many national martial arts competitions…
Not sure if this in inspirational or sad. The boy has drive, but did he lose his childhood?
11 year old boy graduates from college with honors.
At least bullies aren’t a problem for him, since he’s also won many national martial arts competitions…
Florida fisherman catches U.S. Sidewinder missle while fishing in the Gulf of Mexico.
The military totally did not let him keep it.
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Just sick, hence my not being around for the past couple days. Some odd combination of the flu and a sinus infection (hello river water!) has had me laid up in bed in a NyQuil induced coma. My fever is gone, so I decided to come to work today. Not sure how wise that was. Everything is still spinning a bit… Like a theme-park ride I cant get off of. I guess I should just enjoy it… :-)
The internet is too stupid not to laugh.
The Bloodninja Saga. Cybersex, gone wrong. Awesomely, comically wrong.
NSFW
Video about life. Too bad the credits are as long as the video.
Last Day Dream [HD] from Chris Milk on Vimeo.
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Saturday me and some friends went Salt River Tubing. Good times were had, even though the sun never came out from behind the clouds and we were shivering for a good portion of the trip. We spent a little over five hours floating downstream, and and it positively flew by. Talk about a wild bunch of folks out there. There were marshmallow wars, people with water guns, floating barbecue shacks, and a whole lot of drunk people.
Personally I was probably in the water as often as I was on my tube. Something about being around water just makes me want to swim. So I played Mr. Tugboat for our group, trying to keep us away from trees and away from the shallows. It didn’t always work out, and I’ve got a few nice bruises to show for it. Talk about some good exercise though! I haven’t been this sore in a long time.
We are hoping to make the trip again later in the summer, when it might be a little warmer.
^ Like a retarded fish to water ^
Sometimes all we see are shadows. The world seems a darker place at such times, but that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
Sunset in the pines.
The world is bigger than we are able to perceive. No matter how much we compress it down our minds are still incapable of encompassing the entirety of it.
The view from near Mt. Tritle, looking southish of Prescott. One of those photos you probably want to click on to see bigger.
*Side Note*: This pano totally locked my laptop up for 20 minutes while photoshop chugged away. Lesson learned: always do panoramic shots on desktop computer.
A quick and easy WB fix for photoshop users. Assuming you have a true 50% gray tone somewhere in the image to go off of…
I gave it a whirl, It works pretty well. I still just eyeball my shots though, as I generally like my shots to have imperfect white balance.
HAHAHAHA,
According to the new fancy knowledge engine:
A tree falling in a forest with nobody around to hear it does not make a sound.
The sound of one hand clapping is silence.
Me thinks that the folks behind Wolfram have a great sense of humor.
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continuing the coverage of the Hot Rod Fever show.
Every car show has winners and losers. Those owners whose cars stand out in a crowd of awesomeness are rewarded. Sometimes with cash, sometimes with prizes, and sometimes with a trophy.
Well at the CTEC show the trophies were outstanding. Not your average run of the mill things bought from the party store. No, these were hand-crafted and painted right on campus.
The joys of constantly disassembling vehicles is that you come up with spare parts. Like a whole bunch of pistons, brake rotors, ring gears, camshafts, etc.
Seriously, who wouldn’t want one of these manly concoctions sitting on their mantel? Creative thinking mixed with a whole lot of candied paint:
And there was a whole table full of these things! I sat and drooled for a while:
And what I have to imagine was the first place trophy. A ginormis golden and purple camshaft with three rings of excellence atop it. Absolutely gorgeous:
Congrats to all the winners, and to whoever had the awesome idea of making these things. Job well done!
We fail. At some point every one of us will fail at something. Some of those failures will seem insurmountable, as though the very weight of the societal machine presses down to keep us from our goals.
It is what you do under these forces that define who you are.
A big tractor with a flat tire at the CTEC campus. How do you even change a flat like that?
3 exposure handheld HDR with stormy skies. :)
Familiarity. The shape has been seen before. The mind registers an associated mental view of the entire object from just the barest glimpse. It is only after this view is created that we begin to see details. We compare the object of our mind to the object before our eyes to determine its level of appeal to us.
A 60’s Ford Mustang. I saw a light red fender in the crowd and immediately knew the car.
My sister and I don’t get together nearly as often as we should. This is one of the things that I plan on changing. And so last Thursday I headed over the mountain to Jerome and began that change.
The plan? Making dinner at her house. The ingredients? Whatever happened to be available in her cupboards. She gave me a basic rundown over the phone, I stopped by the store for $1.50 worth of groceries, grabbed my chef knife and a couple spices, and rolled out with dog in-town.
Nikki’s days are filled with hard labor at the Page Springs vineyards. Scrappy and I arrived a bit early and waited for sis. I started to get things organized for dinner. She finally made it home covered from head to toe in dirt. We chatted for a bit, as siblings are wont to do, then she headed off to take a shower while I got dinner rolling.
What we had:
- 1 can black beans
- 1 small piece of a bell pepper
- 2.5 old corn tortillas
- 1 zucchini
- 1 weird small pepper thingy whose name is lost on me
- 1 head of garlic
- the trailing ends of a jar of salsa
- some mildly old, yet deliciously awesome sour cream
- a cob of corn
- 3 mexican green onions
- 1 avocado
More than enough for two enterprising Check kids to make a meal! We popped the beans into a pot, heated, then mashed and continued to cook until done, adding minced bell pepper and small pepper thing along the way.
The corn came off the cob and went into a fry pan with a little oil and some spices.
Zucchini was heated in a separate pan as the mexican onions roasted away in the oven.
The whole shebang went on the tortillas and was topped with the last of the salsa, sour cream, and slices of avocado. SOOOO tasty:
We ate dinner outside on her porch, enjoying a cold beer and grand conversation. It was a seriously enjoyable evening with my sis and a great opportunity to catch up with her busy life.
Hopefully this will become a regular type of visit. :)
This weekend saw me at another car show. This time it was the Yavapai College Hot Rod Fever, accompanied by Chris and Mom.
This was a pretty big deal for mom, as she has spent the last six months helping to organize many aspects of the show. It was time to see it all pay off.
Slowly but surely I’m paring down the 300 photos I took, so for now I will highlight only one vehicle.
A 1971 Dodge R/T Challenger, which proudly proclaimed that it was a quick car:
The owner was demonstrating some car wax products on the hood, but when he saw my camera he happily opened up the hood and happily removed the display products so I could get a decent shot. Wasn’t that nice of him?:
The rear end was the pure definition of 70’s muscle. Wide stance, tires showing, thin brake lights. The plastic sun shades over the rear windshield that went out of style so long ago for some reason. My favorite view:
This owner even had a nice sign laying out all the information about the vehicle, for those gear heads who were interested:
It was one of many cars that stole my attention at the show.
A hum in the air gives a sense of excitement. Something coming, something passing, something unseen.
Sunrise hits the high-tension wires.