College

Here I am at college. Making a regular blog post. I've been to my classes, and bought my books. $350 dollars worth. Its hot and gross here. Nothing too interesting to report so far, so you'll just have to wait.
I'm reading the Bible for Western Hum. There is a lot of begating.

Racial Profiling?

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,167526,00.html

What do you suppose Al Sharpton was saying to his chauffeur during the chase?

Another athlete worthy of admiration

Deion Branch, whose 4-year-old son, Deiondre, nearly died after a bout with meningitis shortly after birth, has helped raise money for the Meningitis Foundation of America.
''Football is important, very important, it's what I do, but for me its importance is in how it's given me the opportunity to give something to others," Branch said.
''What you give and the type of person you are is more important than how many touchdowns you score. I want to be remembered for more than football."

courtesy of the Boston Globe

Laura's back at college

so we are sure that any minute now she will start posting lots of blog entries about classes, dorm life, friends, and adventures. She doesn't have her camera, which is being repaired, so we'll give her a pass on pictures for a while, but as for regular posts . . . well, we're waiting!

Instead of chewing on your pencil . . .

. . . why not try this?

Daphne goes punk

or New Wave or whatever. The yearling heifers have somehow all got the idea that it's OK for them to suck on each other's teats. I see them standing side by side with their heads between the other's rear legs, sucking away. According to veterinarial doctrine, this can cause mastitis that shows up when they calve for the first time. Guess she won't be doing any sucking with this thing in her nose. Unless, of course, her partner is into pain.

Here's a funny kitty.

Doncha miss the 60s?

http://www.scrappleface.com/MT/archives/002285.html

Back in action!

The harddrive is great (thanks dad!), and I just got the internet set up in the new place. There are three dogs, another cat (in addition to Sheba), two rabbits (i hate them), and an iguana. It smells like animals.

Pictures from my camping trip are below. They're best viewed from the bottom up.

Mandrew and I will probably come visit sometime Sunday, so I can copy all my saved files, and we can go swimming and hang out. If Saturday is significantly hotter than Sunday's gonna be, we might come then.

Love the OBX pictures...Beautiful as it was, I'd trade the Adirondack pond for the Carolina ocean any day.

Cooking dinner, and the results.

Bean/Corn/Cheese burritos over the fire.

The beach and Blue Mountain

Sunday morning

From our campsite.

Exhausted...

...and on planks after the hike in.

Rock hopping

The lake's outflow, which we canoed to. Watched kingfishers in the pond below.

Blair in exile...

This rock is actually pretty far offshore. We forced him out of the canoe and took off.

Mandrew canoeing

I just think it's a pretty picture....

I lied...

Blue Mountain from our canoe (not sure which of the two peaks it actually is though...)

One of the loons we were chasing...

More pictures!

Andrew and Blair and I in the Adirondacks over the weekend. On a quiet lake 5 miles into the woods from the town of Blue Mountain Lake. The first few are from a short canoe trip across the lake we took in a borrowed canoe. That's Tirrell Mountain behind me, and we're on Tirrell pond. Blue Mountain frames the other side of the lake, but I don't think we got any good pictures.

On the way to OBX

On Skyline Drive, at the brink of the abyss

Wait. Is Luke losing his balance?  

Aurora notices . . . too late! 

On the beach

Here's where Luke landed.

Dad and Jesse get ready to catch a good one

Laura catches up on her reading 

Aurora approves 

Out and about

Dad and I went exploring in the southern part of OBX on the National Seashore. We saw this odd object off one of the beaches near the Pea Island Wildlife Refuge, and wondered what it was. At home, I did some research. It's the boiler of the shipwrecked Oriental, a federal transport that sank in 1862.

Indoor activities

Onshore card sharks

Domestic violence

Jesse relaxes

A boy and his dog

It was a long drive home.

Oil and Food

I'd just like to remind all you Pollyannas out there who think that everything is hunky-dory that we are going to run out (that's right, run out as in none left) of oil in the 1980s. Also, we are going to face massive famine worldwide in the 1980s because it is clear that Mother earth cannot support four billion people. So prepare yourselves now for the crash. Put up your solar panels and start your subsistence farms (organic, of course!) now, because you want to be one of the survivors when all hell breaks loose in the 1980s. Remember, the world's supply of oil is finite and we can't continue to rape ME with modern farming practices. Things may start to fall apart in the late 1970s, but certainly in the 1980s. So be ready.

No bots on this blog!

Recently we have found a couple of comments on the blog that were clearly generated by spam programs (I doubt that a timber investment company was REALLY all that interested in Dad's recent farm update!) So, I've just added "word verification" to the comment procedure. This will require commenters to read a word and type it into a box before leaving a comment. Only human beings can do it, so it should keep most of the spam-bots off the blog. It doesn't mean we don't want comments. We DO want comments! Just please check to make sure you are a human being and not a bot before you leave one, that's all.

Farm Update

Oh Boy! A farm update! Honey, come look! There's a farm update!

All right. Control yourself.

Last night, it rained. The prospects for rain are good for the next forty-eight hours. Five good cows will come back from the Chenango County fairgrounds tonight and help boost production. Jeremy and Titan Homes are no longer an item (What a shock!), and after four days inside getting expensive feed with nothing to show for it, the cows are back out during the day, eating from round bale feeders. By the end of the week, pastures may have recovered enough for them to graze day and night once more.

So I, and therefore, we, can go to Rob Week at the OBX in a more relaxed frame of mind.

Stornaway sunset

More on autism and mercury

http://slate.com/id/2123647/

Robert Kennedy, Jr., the environmentalist hero, is just a scandalmonger. He is either scientifically illiterate or shameless, or both.

Why is there an increase in autism? Government programs! Want an epidemic? Create a program for it.

Dan Burton is an idiot, too.

At least I'm not getting dumber...

$115 later, my GRE total score was exactly the same as it was a year ago. Slight improvement on the math, slight decrease on the verbal.

I'm afraid my life may have peaked with the SAT.

How hot and dry is it?

It's so hot and dry the lane is on fire!

If he builds it, will they win again?

This is in Maine. Too bad it isn't closer -- we could make a pilgrimage.

Cat city

I fed 19 cats and kittens this morning. Freeloaders. They LOVE fresh cow mik, but in a pinch they'll lap up milk replacer as fast as you can put it in front of them. Click to enlarge, of course.

Cats on my stuff.

Kittens, technically. And it's a hay bale, but it IS mine.

God is Coming

Click to enlarge.