Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I work for The Lincoln Park Conservancy. I help take care of The Alfred Caldwell Lily Pool and North Pond. I took some pictures of some of the flowers around the pond. There is a wonderful prairie we call the "West Prairie" that is full of good natives. It almost takes care of itself. It is probably my favorite part of North Pond.
The flower buds of one of my favorite plants, Prairie Dock
A wider view of Prairie Dock
Cardinal Flower, the only other red I can compare this plant to is a Scarlet Tanager
Joe Pye Weed and a view of North Pond and the Chicago skyline from the north end
The West Prairie
Big Bluestem (Turkey-foot) reminds me of Kansas
Posted by Chet at 5:30 PM
The garden looks good this year. Tomatoes are very late. I have only seen a couple ripe tomatoes in the community garden. We've had two cherry tomatoes ripen, but that is it. All of our Big Boys are still green. I've tried a new method this year of staking and pruning the tomatoes. I read that pruning might make fewer tomatoes, but better tomatoes. I liked the idea of keeping them in check and off the ground while at the same time getting better taste. We'll see. Gardening is always a work in progress. Our squash and zucchini look good, but I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop with these squash borer beetles! I see the little bastards, but I can't find their eggs. I also see and murder squash bugs and their offspring on a daily basis, but it may be a losing battle. Crossing my fingers right now. Here are some pics from today.
Cherokee Purple Heirloom
Squash and Zucchini Plot compared to then
Posted by Chet at 3:37 PM
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Just found a couple poems by the poet Daniel Hall. I really like this poem. Not sure what I think about this poem from Amherst Magazine, but I like the line I used as the title.
A Winter Apple
Grateful, I took an apple
from its paper, took it in both
hands, raised it to my lips,
inhaling its myth of open air
and closure—. Then a desire
to swallow space and time,
or to follow them, backward
and forward, endlessly up
and down the macadam, end
over end, back to seed or
on to cider— Not so fast
I pleaded. The heft of it;
the chill sweetness. Apples
in winter are a bitter gift.
I set it down again, entire.
Posted by Chet at 11:52 AM
Monday, July 14, 2008
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Futurama is easily in my top 5 favorite TV Shows of all time. Here are some of the reasons.
Soldier: This is the worst part. The calm before the battle.
Fry: And then the battle is not so bad?
Soldier: Oh, right. I forgot about the battle.
[in the library, absorbing all of Earth's knowledge]
Chief Giant Brain: Pathetic human race. Arranging their knowledge by category just made it easier to absorb. Dewey, you fool! Your decimal system has played right into my hands! Ha ha ha ha!
[the group's at a horse race]
Fry: C'mon. C'mon. Hey, Leela, how about a kiss for good luck?
[Leela gives him a quick peck on the cheek]
Fry: [disappointed] I meant tongue luck.
[Leela and Hermes are at a concession stand at the track]
Concession Man: Get your piping hot horse burgers, horse fries, horse cakes and shakes. We got tongue, straight from the horse's mouth.
Hermes Conrad: It all sounds good.
Concession Man: All our horses are 100% horse-fed for that double-horse "juiced-in" goodness.
Leela: I'll have the cholesterol-free omelet with horse-beaters.
Concession Man: And you, sir? How can I horse you?
Hermes Conrad: I'll have a horse Coke.
Concession Man: Horse Pepsi okay?
Hermes Conrad: Neeeiiiggghh.
Walter Koenig: When we woke up, we had these bodies.
Fry: Say it in Russian.
Walter Koenig: [groans] Ven we voke up, we had these wodies.
Fry: [delighted] Wheeee. Now say "nuclear wessels".
Walter Koenig: NO.
Nibblonian: You are the last hope of the universe.
Fry: So I really am important? How I feel when I'm drunk is correct?
Nibblonian: Yes - except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.
Bender: Game's over, losers! I have all the money. Compare your lives to mine and then kill yourselves.
Narrator: No one really knows when, where, or how man landed on the moon...
Fry: I do!
Narrator: ...but our Fungineers imagine it went something like this...
[Animatronic whalers emerge from a lunar lander]
Animatronic whalers: [singing] We're whalers of the moon.
Animatronic gophers: We carry a harpoon.
Animatronic whalers, Animatronic gophers: But there ain't no whales, so we tell tall tales and sing a whaling tune.
Fry: That's not how it happened.
Leela: I don't see you with a Fungineering degree.
Here are some random Futurama quotes.
Posted by Chet at 10:03 PM