pants are the answer
Dear Paul and Crumpet,
Thanks for coming to visit the Hardman and me. It was nice to catch you up together. Thanks also for the DVD.
Please accept my apologies for being rather boring.
Here is a picture of the seal we saw in Sorrento, taken with my silly phone. Enjoy it in spirit, if not quality.
Hugs,
gizo
I’ve just been reading this interesting piece from New York Magazine (and yes, I found it on Coudal).
Striking quote:
Which makes me think, North Americans have the most advanced shoes in the world, yet 90 percent of us still develop problems? We’ve long assumed this means we need better shoes. Maybe it means we don’t need shoes at all.
It’s a bit of a discussion about shoes, walking and modern society I suppose. While reading I was thinking about how much I love my Campers – how it feels right to be close to the ground, and flat. My two main shoes are the Campers, and a pair of Redback Boots (Bobcat UBOK’s). The Redback’s do feel comfortable, they’re great for the garden, and look a treat under my denims. But they pale in comparison to the Campers, which are soft, flexible, lightweight and still heavily spunky.
Barefoot is something I do enjoy – I try to spend a lot of time at home barefoot – but the winter, and the mulch in the backyard can make it a bit cold and hurty – but I am getting used to it.
As an aside, the Hardman – while he loves his shoes – is always much happier barefoot.
I don’t really want to bring the mood down with job discussion, but Wildschwien threw down the gauntlet with this comment:
I should probably get a job in an office.. I work as a gardener for a bunch of rich people. It’s my self-enforced ‘break’ from everything related to my degree. It has its moments. I spend my days mostly pruning, raking, weeding, occasionally planting something, and all the while silently plotting the proletariat revolution…
I think that actually sounds pretty fun, I’m sure Kymbo would enjoy that – although she’d probably want to work for community based gardens rather than rich-folk (I’d be telling her to milk the rich too, though).
In response to Wildschwein – I work as a project guy for a bunch of rich people. It is my ‘reward’ for failing to get a degree. It has it’s moments. I spend my days mostly researching, planning, organising, writing proposals, and occasionally butting heads with the CEO, all the while silently plotting more time at home with the Hardman and Miss Kymbo.
So my dear readers – what do YOU do? Feel free to respond in the ‘Wildshwein format’, or not.
Also – if you are one of the smarties who got a degree – do tell what it is all about, wont you….?
I just sent them this…
(from www.realfooty.com.au)
The scary thing is that those really are his arms, taken from the photo in the article.
This is incredibly cool, in a geeky way.
It may even be useful for someone.
(found via chance at random.wordpress.com)
Dear m1k3y,
It’s been a while since I hassled you about this, so I choose now.
How’s that letter coming along?
Cheers,
gizo
