January 26, 2007

Tarot

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You are The Wheel of Fortune


Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success


The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

December 18, 2006

Left Brained, Right Brained

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You Are 80% Left Brained, 20% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.

The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.
Are You Right or Left Brained?

December 14, 2006

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November 08, 2006

Great Falls, MT

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Disregard the people in the picture; I don't know who they are, or why they are blocking the view of my Mom's high school in Great Falls, MT.

Mom graduated from GFHS in June 1940. Her mother, Maria Roney, moved the family to Great Falls from Judith Gap so that Jack, Virginia and Mom could attend a good high school.

The town was on NPR this morning, because the election was yesterday and the race for the Senate in Montana is one of the two cliff hangers (along with Virginia) which will determine if the Democrats take control of the Senate. The challenger, Democrat Jon Tester, and the incumbent, Senator Conrad Burns, are neck and neck.

NPR interviewed their reporter in Great Falls, and it brought back a flood of memories from when Lacy and I stayed overnight in Great Falls last year, on our way to Glacier National Park. It's a great town, in a mountainous setting, whose glory days were the copper mines of the late 1800's.

Still a great place to raise a family.

October 26, 2006

John Mark Karr

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After lying about Jon Benet Ramsey, and after California lost the computer he used to watch child porn, John Mark Karr has moved to Atlanta, to live with Mommy.

If you can Photoshop the thing below onto the "thing" above, please let Brenda know.




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She's good at taking these critters out. Permanently.

Since JMK moved into Stew's neighborhood, Stew can point Brenda and her road rage in the proper direction.

September 13, 2006

Potter


You, as the original Draco from the books, are snotty, immature, and jealous. You are obsessed with what your father thinks. You hate Harry, his friends, basically all Gryffindors, and all Muggle-borns. You are paired up with Pansy Parkinson. Lucky you. You're pretty much not found anywhere except the books, because...damn. You have little to no redeeming qualities.
Find out which Draco you are.

January 03, 2006

Snarky

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The Hunting of the Snark
Lewis Carroll
Fit the First - The Landing


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"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
"Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What i tell you three times is true."

The crew was complete: it included a Boots--
A maker of Bonnets and Hoods--
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes--
And a Broker, to value their goods.

A Billiard-maker, whose skill was immense,
Might perhaps have won more than his share--
But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense,
Had the whole of their cash in his care.

There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck,
Or would sit making lace in the bow:
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck,
Though none of the sailors knew how.

There was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings,
And the clothes he had bought for the trip.

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But, since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pairs of boots--but the worst of it was,
He had wholly forgotten his name.

He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese."

"His form is ungainly--his intellect small--"
(So the Bellman would often remark)
"But his courage is perfect! And that, after all,
Is the thing that one needs with a Snark."

He would joke with hyenas, returning their stare
With an impudent wag of the head:
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear,
"Just to keep up its spirits," he said.

He came as a Baker: but owned, when too late--
And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad--
He could only bake Bridecake--for which, I may state,
No materials were to be had.

The last of the crew needs especial remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.

He came as a Butcher: but gravely declared,
When the ship had been sailing a week,
He could only kill Beavers. The Bellman looked scared,
And was almost too frightened to speak:

But at length he explained, in a tremulous tone,
There was only one Beaver on board;
And that was a tame one he had of his own,
Whose death would be deeply deplored.

The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark,
Protested, with tears in its eyes,
That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark
Could atone for that dismal surprise!

It strongly advised that the Butcher should be
Conveyed in a separate ship:
But the Bellman declared that would never agree
With the plans he had made for the trip:

Navigation was always a difficult art,
Though with only one ship and one bell:
And he feared he must really decline, for his part,
Undertaking another as well.

The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it-- and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.

Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.

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Please see the remaining Fits of this epic at:

http://www.literature.org/authors/carroll-lewis/the-hunting-of-the-snark/

July 25, 2005


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Many Glacier Entrance Posted by Picasa


Dining Room (with Swiss Canton Flags) Posted by Picasa


Typical Bedroom (being cleaned) Posted by Picasa


Mom's Pier Posted by Picasa

Sunday and Monday Glacier Pictures

Look what low-lying clouds do here (we're at 6,000 feet elevation):

View from the Campground - Before


The Clouds Close in




The Clouds Lift and the Mountains Magically Begin to Reappear!

July 22, 2005

More Glacier Pictures


Lake McDonald Lodge

Logan Pass - 6,600 feet elevation, and the top of Going-to-the-Sun Road.

Lacy's new friend.


This water is really clean... and cold!

Glacier National Park Pictures

Welcome to the photo collection from my trip to Glacier National Park. You probably came here from Hasty Ruminations. If not, check out the stories of my trip to Glacier National Park here.
St. Mary's Lake


God built this one for mountain goats and bighorn sheep.


The relaxed version of your author.


Big Easy (left) and Big Ride at our campground. My personal mountain in the back.


Our Red Bus from 1938, with a 2000 Ford E450 frame, propane/gasoline engine, ABS, and a transmission designed for Going-to-the-Sun Road.


Lake McDonald and Going-to-the-Sun Road. If the valley looks like a "V", it was carved by flowing water; if it looks like a "U", it was carved by glaciers.