Emma’s car
Category: damage
brick house
The house associated with the Rives Street store was torn down last week.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:
‘Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with.’
So the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said:
‘Little pig, little pig, let me come in.’
‘No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin.’
‘Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.’
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said:
‘Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.’
Asphalt
How much asphalt is enough?
After graduating from college with a civil engineering degree, I found myself working in my home town for a local engineering firm doing mostly municipal engineering (roads, sewer pipe, water pipe, stormwater). A fair percentage of my time was spent convincing people that, when it came to their road, I knew more than they did.–Charles Marohn, “Confessions of a Recovering Engineer”, Strongtowns blog
This urban landscape would be a dream come true for any fire chief. Ample room for the trucks to cavort, lots of defensible space, gigantic turning radii accommodated. The ultimate product of a standards and design manual, a landscape where automobiles feel at home.
objective correlative
I am back home, hoping to file taxes, print pictures, do things that these days are facilitated by computers.
Both my home machines are displaying the Mac version of the screen of death. In five years of owning and using these two machines I have seen this screen on one machine on one occasion.
Naturally I wonder, what is causing OSX unexpectedly to quit?
I am pretty good on the Mac maintenance front, repair permissions regularly, avoid odd downloads, have redundant backups. This seems to be a software issue. Both machines are power PC macs running OS 10.4.11. Both will run in “safe” mode.
So, if there are any Mac cognoscenti out there that would be willing to read and interpret crash reports, help!
Unresolved kernel trap…
Thus it is with my soul.
threading the needle
Motored back to Virginia yesterday. Sat still on Interstate 66 near Marshall Virginia in a driving rain as rescue crews reopened the highway. We were within seconds of this wreck. Virginia raised Interstate speeds recently to 70mph.
the Road to Hell is lined with Bradford Pears
Michael Dirr was in Charlottesville yesterday speaking at the 28th Annual Central Virginia Landscape Management Seminar,
presented by the Piedmont Landscape Association. In the morning he gave a talk titled “In Praise of Noble Trees”.
Michael Dirr is the author of the Manual of Woody Landscape Plants (6th Edition) The bible of the Nursery/Landscape industry and gardeners, additionally he has published hundreds of other works and planted thousands of trees.
The reality for trees in this tree city is tough. A year ago we planted three oaks in a part of our neighborhood that sorely needs trees. One was mowed over by a lawn service guy who couldn’t be troubled to steer his lawn chariot around it. A second survived a house fire, but had to be moved when a track-hoe needed access to knock down the burnt house remains. The third still lives.
This is the time of year to be making a list of bare root seedlings to plant early in the spring. The Virginia Department of Forestry has how to plant guidelines on their website. The Department of Forestry sells seedlings.
Musser Forests is my favorite bare root tree source.
Kept away from cretinous lawnmower operators and deer, bare root seedlings will do well.
This Bur oak is four feet tall in less than a year.
T. Wolfe
father
Technical gremlins preventing me from uploading a photo, the server people, GoDaddy, say “it’s not us”, the webarati disagree, saying the “failed to write to disk” problem is a server side error.
I have been thinking about fathers, found our father’s father’s watch today. Our father died 20 years ago.
Seconds turn into years.
For the Pleasure of the Automobile
Pedestrian, downtown Richmond, Thirteenth Street, in the surround of automobile infrastructure, multilevel parking decks on the right and left, Interstate 95 in the distance.
twilight
