Archive for February, 2007
Posted by derrick on
February 28, 2007
Frogs & toads. Frogs & toads. Frogs & toads. Frogs & toads. Oh, and now that we’re thinking about amphibians it’s probably a good time to note that we are now over half full for our Rolling Clinic on March 11th with Greg Stamer & Freya Hoffmeister. So if you’re thinking about joining us, sooner is better than later.
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Posted by derrick on
February 28, 2007
Run and go tell your boyfriend
His loving has got you bored
Might as well pack his things and get his bad ass on the road
Tell him u live on a lilly pad
With a horny toad
- prince
I was looking through the vendors at the upcoming “
Big Show“. This one stood out to me, “
Horny Toad“. They make clothing and have a shop in Maine by the way. But the best part is if you go to their “All Things Toad” section, you can download a couple good tunes as well. Thanks for that Toad!
Posted by derrick on
February 28, 2007
Like so many of us lost under mountains of snow at the end of February I was thinking of summer. Not hot, broody, blue, hazy, humid summer. No, my favorite summers are filled with warm rain and foggy forests. I can sit on an old wet stump and watch the mist build up on a leaf. The leaf underlines the dark grey sky and slowly begins to bend. A small pool forms just behind the curled sharp tip of the leaf. Slowly the dam gives way, the water falls and the leaf flys back upward like an empty catapult flinging nothingness at a distant invisible battlement.
Posted by derrick on
February 28, 2007
It’s poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
“She blinded me with science!”
And failed me in biology
-thomas dolby
I saw an ad for a Pajamagram. Nothing unique. Everyone needs pajamas. Everyone needs a little snugglin. The only reason it struck me was because this advertisement, the one for Pajamagrams, the one that said in big bold red letters “Spoil Her for Valentines day” was in my copy of
Scientific American. I have a theory about that. . .
Posted by derrick on
February 28, 2007
She knows that I’m not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there’s nothing she doesn’t see.
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
dylan
I thought a bit about romance. I watched a movie last night called “Stranger than Fiction”. I never really liked Will Ferrell. So he walks up to the woman of his dreams and says, “I want you.”. I thought to myself, “Yeah in a movie”. In real life that would never, ever fly. Nice though. Well, it could be. If you were Will Ferrell.
Posted by derrick on
February 28, 2007
Small children walk in a land of Giants. Giants of course can’t always see what’s going on so close to the ground. It can be tough to get a giants attention. Giants are busy with GIANT problems. Giants have GIANT pressures and GIANT distractions. Funny that they wonder why the little people seems to talk loud, repeat questions, tug, pull and sometimes just go crazy right when the giants are in the middle of something of GIANT consequence. The problem you see, is the clouds. The giant can’t see below them and the little people can’t see above. It can be hard sometimes for a giant to understand or care about the problems of the little people. The can seem so foreign. The little people often just can’t see the giants problems. But one thing they know, something they learned from Jack, if you want a giant’s attention sometimes you have to steal his harp. Of course by then the giant is angry, blustering and booming, and tripping over bean stalks still stupidly unaware of what the little person wanted in the first place. Remember Jack? Before all hell broke loose he was just hungry.
Posted by derrick on
February 27, 2007
“You can fill your garage with shiny new boats,
start a boating blog and tattoo a paddling Tasmanian Devil on your ass.
But none of that captures the soul of our sport.“-paddlinglife.com
You may remember at one time that I wrote a bit about the new
Paddling Life Magazine in December of ‘06. A bunch of us sent in our subscriptions even though they were being a bit mean to us blogger types.
Oddly just a few days back I was thinking, “Did I subscribe or just tell everyone else to??” That didn’t sound like me, but on the other hand I had not seen the first issue. Well, today I got the email. Paddlinglife has not wrangled up enough advertisers and therefore has postponed the print magazine indefinitely. Subscribers get the option to let them keep your ten bucks or they will refund a portion or all of it. It’s all up to you. Of course their goal now is to offer an online magazine. . .
