from the new-to-me dept: a tribute to paul’s boutique by DJ Cheeba, DJ Moneyshot and DJ Food. an appropriate way to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the seminal recording. [download] [via]
well at least i *think* it’s a coreopsis.
i’m sure someone will tell me if i’m wrong
don’t fly drones here is an interactive map showing areas where you’re not supposed to fly “unmanned aerial vehicles” including airports, military bases and national parks. but as far as i can tell – since it doesn’t technically involve a uav – kite aerial photography is still allowed at national parks but probably not a great idea near military bases and airports. [ via kottke ]
every day i run by the growing corn and today it occurs to me. why is the left side of the road tassled and the other not?
perhaps you recognize the leaning electrical pole from a more wintry view of this scene.
in 1996 or so i saw noted biologist E.O. Wilson give a talk in which he said we would soon see the signs that we are in midst of the next mass extinction and that not many species would make it through. to him the evidence was clear ( and even him admitted ) and a bit of a bummer. now almost 20 years later, new research published in science confirms we are in earth’s sixth mass extinction and “…more broadly, it suggests that if we are unable to end or reverse the rate of their loss, it will mean more for our own future than a broken heart or an empty forest.” understated to say the least. [ via dangerousmeta ]
i bought some fireworks on blowout deal after the fourth of july at one of those crazy michigan fireworks stores and threw some five minute smoke tubes into the mix because odin likes smoke bombs and we’ve been experimenting with our own recipes that we light off in a custom smoke bomb metal tube we had fabricated locally. first thing we learned was that if you light a smoke tube in a metal tube it acts more like a rocket launcher! yikes! don’t do that.
it smoked for a few seconds then, “PHOOOOOOOOOOOF” it blasted out of the metal tube and left a fiery bit of its insides behind.
i looked across the street and our neighbors were trying to figure out what the heck we were doing.
“oh we’re ok! just playing with smoke bombs!” i think they are somewhat used to this kind of behavior after 8 years.
the second one we lit in a metal tin. odin got out of dodge quickly. about 30 seconds after we lit it i realized it was blowing into our next door neighbors window and open door so i had to scramble to move it quickly to a different spot. d’oh!
after about a minute we realized that it was going to put out a serious amount of smoke. they’re not joking around in the product description, “This item puts out a large volume of white smoke for five minutes! Super dense and long lasting smoke item!”
i started to get worried we were going to smoke out the entire block and someone not knowing what was going on would call the fire department.
you can see kris is attempting to brush frida in the background. she is not amused. double d’oh!
i have to admit i always thought “beer can” chicken was a gimmick. i had it once years ago and it wasn’t memorable experience. recently, my sister in-law was visiting and said we had to give it another try and i was amazed at the results. crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside. we’ve made it a few more times and served it to some folks who really enjoy food, had never heard of the technique and looked on with skeptically raised eyebrows until they tasted it.
there some debate about whether or not the beer is actually doing anything but the folks america’s test kitchen give it their approval and my taste buds give it two thumbs up. do note that the beer increases the chances of undercooking the chicken so make sure to get the chicken to 165 degrees F throughout.
we haven’t used any rubs but i’m sure you could and it’d be mighty tasty.
1 (4-pound) whole chicken
2 tablespoons olive oil
3 tablespoons salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 can beer
- heat grill to 410 degrees F. use indirect heat ( i.e. don’t turn on burner under the chicken ).
- prepare the chicken as you normally would. rinse chicken inside and out, and pat dry. then rub chicken lightly with oil and sprinke on salt, pepper inside and outside the bird
- open the beer can and drink half of it. some recipes recommend poking several more holes in the top of the can.
- place beer can in bird’s cavity. this can be tricky and it might require two people if you’re not coordinated.
- holding the beer can with an oven mitt place the chicken on the center of the hot grill and carefully balance the bird. i rest it against the grate on the back of the grill and use the legs and the beer can like a three legged stool.
– cook for 75 minutes or so until the bird has reached 165 degrees F throughout. take several measurements.
- carefully remove from the grill ( this can also be tricky and if you’re not careful you’ll end up with greasy beer all over the place ) and let rest for 10 minutes or so.
“just” a few weeks after raising a more supportive treehouse support i rebuilt and raised the second “outside” support with a little help from friends. i’m happy with additional supportive supports and don’t think i need to rebuild the inner supports.
so. finally. after. a. three. month. delay. we can get back to enjoying the treehouse deck. and yes, that means treehouse movie theater screenings!
the kickapoo river is a 126-mile-long twisty turny tributary of the wisconsin river and gets its name from an algonquian word meaning “one who goes here, then there”. rolling down the river the low and slow river is one of the many highlights of the driftless region. because the region didn’t get razed flat by the advancing glaciers then dumped with drift they receded the river offers some spectacular views.
and it’s all the more fun when you roll down the river when family are visiting.
between intentionally goofing around and actually accidentally running into each there was a lot of contact on the river. i’m surprised one of them didn’t dump it. nope, that honor went to their mothers
it was absolutely gorgeous day. sunny, light breeze, warm but not hot and no bugs!
the ancient geography throws off a serious Enchanted Land where Faeries might Play vibe.
this here is what is known locally as river beer. i think not so much because it tastes like a river but because if you take a spill it’s not the end of the world if you lose a few in the river. but we don’t do that, leave no beer behind is my motto.
on the ride back from the landing in a packed bus of merry ( and tipsy ) river goers, odin notices the sign on the bus has the same number for the half a dozen services on emergency services sign. he thinks someone was trying to make an joke that he doesn’t get. i tell him there was a day when 911 didn’t exist and you had to call a different number for all the different services and the numbers were different from town to town. he gave me the man-the-olden-days-were-crazy look.
a pile of cow horns! now i think she thinks every backyard might have a pile of awesomeness and she’s veeeeeery keen to get back into their yard.