Square Foot Gardening for Dummies

I decided to do some gardening this Spring and was inspired by Frugal Dad to make a “square foot garden.” These are gardens “invented” by Mel Bartholomew, whose website is so unusable that I can only assume it was designed for Windows ’95 and Netscape Navigator. But basically S.F.G. is for people who can’t be arsed to do real gardening, or for those without space to do one. I dragged the Mottas into this since we meet both requirements.

So last week we built a “tabletop” version of a SFG. I used Frugal Dad’s plans, sort of, only I modified them so as to ensure maximum disaster. But our version is also 4×2, only we nailed legs to the bottom of the plywood to create a 3.5′ tall box that’s just tall enough that the Motta’s balcony wall won’t block what little sunlight will be coming our way.


Ocean of Noise

J. Motta’s got me hooked on Swaptree and I’ve made a few trades already. One of my favorite swaps has to be getting rid of a neurotic alcoholic’s memoir in exchange for a tome on deconstructive religion & the meaning of forgiveness. No disrespect intended to Mr. Burrough’s, but he’s no Derrida.

Question: if you had live, even work, for a season in a) Buenos Aires, Argentina; b) Alexandria, Egypt; or c) Kathmandu, Nepal — which would it be?

I think everyone’s heard this by now, but Liberty University has shut down their chapter of College Democrats. This kind of tragi-comic act needs no comment from me.

Oh, and here’s yet another conservative being waterboarded. Three jeers for Sean Hannity for still not having the balls to do this. 

For no related reason, here’s an interesting photo, though I don’t know where it’s from. Reminds me of Manila.

Don’t Blink Now

Don’t blink or you might miss this: I’m actually kind of happy right now.

I got the job with Exel (pays $11.75/hr) and I start training Monday @ 10am.

My replacement motherboard arrived and my computer is back up with almost full functionality — I lost 1/4 of my memory sticks, and my onboard ethernet port isn’t working, but that’s relatively minor.

My kitten is also OK, though he’s now a pothead.

And lastly, tonight I played in a few Sudoku tournaments with Remy. In one $2.22 tourney, there were 996 entrants and I puzzled my way to 4th place for a $232 prize. I made $33/hr.

Halfbeard’s Inane Weekend Moralizing

Jehovah-Jireh… God will provide. Do you believe it?

I went to a friend’s wedding this weekend in Willoughby, Ohio. The number of bachelors I know is dwindling steadily. My sister, en route to a wedding in Warren, took me to the NE outskirts of Akron so I could hitch the rest of the way. I barely got onto the road before I was greeted with “fuckin’ hippy!” by a pack of testosterogues — bored male teenagers with IQs matching their speedometer reading. (more…)

Failed plans

I thought I was going to Boston, now I’m not.
I thought I was going to Chicago, now I’m not.
I thought I was going to Bangkok, now I’m probably not.

Let’s check in on where my book/week project stands:

15. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
16. Cosmopolis by Don DeLillo
17. Discomfort Zone by Jonathan Franzen

It would seem I’m somehow ahead of schedule. This is good since I foresee several epic novels in the near future that will undoubtedly take me 2+ weeks.

Lastly, congrats to RemyBub for finishing 6th out of 2,044 in a poker tournament on Monday; I finished 39th. Ship.

Sorry Students

Eya! Everyone’s coming to town soon, very soon. I’m excited…

I’ve discovered that radio’s Delilah is quite likely the Antichrist.

I found something from an old online journal, back before I officially started blogging:

31 Oct. 2001
Cedarville is a school of sorries. The favorite word around this place is “sorry,” and most people aren’t using it when playing a game. Why is everybody saying sorry? Everybody at Cedarville is a clutz. I have never encountered more slow-walking, spatially unaware people in my life. That’s pretty bad coming from the Philippines, land of the perpetually late and meandering. Nowhere is this more evident than at Chuck’s, our school cafeteria. Don’t get me wrong, it’s really great that whenever someone runs into me they apologize and say sorry, but I think there’s something fundamentally wrong here. I submit that instead of always saying sorry, we all just stop running into each other in the first place. I don’t know what causes this phenomena either. One possibility is the campus-wide addiction, at least among guys, to Half-life. There isn’t a problem among the experts, since they have discovered how to run, jump, shoot and scan the horizon in one deft move. Unfortunately there are hundreds of newbies, who haven’t quite got that all figured out. So what we’re left with is a bunch of guys strafing through the cafeteria without looking, periodically glancing up to see if there is sniper perched on a ledge with a crossbow (or at least some grenades). As for girls, there’s no explaining them. If they can yell at guys any day of the month for no particular reason, then I suppose they can also bump and bounce around without rhyme or reason too. Unfortunately, this disease seems to be contagious, and I can already feel myself being overcome with this wretched curse of imbalance and blind spots. Thankfully, today I only ran into 21 people. I’m doing well.

I thought it was funny… maybe not.

Remy and I played a big 1k+ turbo MTT today and finished within a couple spots of each other, but he ended up winning more $$$ because of a backwards last longer bet we had. PWNED. In other poker news, Rizen and Prahlad “Mahatma/Spirit Rock/Pragress” Friedman are both out of the Main Event leaving me to only have Allen Cunningham to really root for.

Lovedrug Show

Sorry for the recent lack of creamy bloggity goodness. I do need to mention my sweet candy Saturday, wherein I had the chance to chill with friends at a Lovedrug / Denison Witmer concert in Columbus. See now I’m not the hugest Lovedrug fan but the price was right and the friends were hot so I gave it a shot. Really it’s hard for me to even describe this concert without swearing. Suffice to say that Lovedrug puts on a ridiculously awesome show. By now their musical comparisons are well mapped out – you have your Muse, with a sprinkling of Sunny Day Real Estate, a dash of Ours, a tidbit of Sleeping At Last, all thrown in with your standard We-Heart-Radiohead fare. The latter also represented by the Thom Yorke look-alike, lead singer (and pianist/guitarist) Michael Shepard – who’s even got a few spastic mannerisms of Yorke down pat as well. All of the band members are really rather talented, but it’s worth noting Matthew Putnam (he of great Unwed Sailor fame) who is an absolutely brutal drummer. The whole crew does their part however and if Lovedrug could pour half of their live show energy into a cd I think they’d win over a few more critics. A review at Stylus magazine fairly accurately sums up my feelings on their album, Pretend You’re Alive, but after Saturday I feel pretty confident in asserting that you really ought to reserve most judgment until you’ve witnessed their amazing live show.


I want to give mad props and big ups to Jeremy Motta, who on Saturday proposed to Ginny Bishop who, it is rumoured, seems to have said “yes.” Remy’s been my homeboy jucket for like 4 years now and his engagement is pimp, made sweeter by the fact that I wholeheartedly approve of the girl he’s found. Good on you, bub.


By way of a little update on my senior seminar, it’s been officially re-named to kevin’s senior suck. I present on Thursday the 15th and am absolutely petrified. I’m going to have to wear cords that day just to calm my nerves.

Architecture in Helsinki

do not be confused. this is not a crustacean.Hey hey you crazy, cold-sored crustacean-lovers, it’s Wednesday and you know what that means: I get to rave passionately about music that none of you care about, want to like, or even bother downloading! Alright! Today’s song is by Architecture in Helsinki, a group of Aussies who appear to wish they were from Finland. Their latest outing, In Case We Die, is reminiscent of get-happy indie pop like The Polyphonic Spree, sharing their tendencies for large theatrical bands and similar to the shout-a-long songs of The Arcade Fire or The Hidden Cameras. I haven’t listened to this album straight through very often yet so I’ll semi-randomly offer up this little gem: Architecture In Helsinki’s “It’s 5” (3.18meg .mp3).

So why is there sugar in my hair and sugar coming through my car vents? Motta, Sarah – any ideas? I need to stop hanging around such ill-mannered ruffians.

TIME’s Lev Grossman writes this week on nerds being hip: The Geek Shall Inherit the Earth. It’s always funny to me how many geeky/gaming/computer terms end up in common language. Now I’m even hearing decidedly non-nerdy socialites say “woot” (technically, “w00t”), a term originally from the fantasy RPG Everquest. When players were excited to find a stash of items or food they’d exclaim “Woo-hoo, loot!” Now it applies to everything, such as “w00t i pwned my exam this morning.” Where do you rank on the geek hierarchy? While I’m at it, just wanted to send out a huge YIFF YIFF to Remy.

Speaking of total dorks, check out these amusing pictures of people photoshopped as anime/manga characters and read an interview with America’s favorite physicist nerd Stephen Hawking. Ahoy dorks-turned-emos: article on LiveJournal’s creator Brad Fitzpatrick.

Mindless, boredom-breaking flash violence: Sin City shooter. If you’re still bored, tell Stewie what to do. Input enough actual commands and you’ll unlock the Kill Lois sequence.

The picture above was either going to be of the giant squid everyone’s skeeting over or, as you can see, a two-headed turtle recently found.