Cybernetics, Neurobiology, or Pest Management?
I just got the call for papers for this year's Bird Control Seminar. I hope the implantable chip people read the whole thing before submitting abstracts.
10.13.2005
10.09.2005
Larissa
Speaking of squeamish. We had a nice Chinese dinner on Friday night. There were a couple kids running around the restaurant, I'd say a 2-year-old and a 6-year-old. Larissa was the older one and really polite and well spoken. She acted as hostess when we first arrived. She pretended to ride a horse around the restaurant ("I'm really into horses.").
I got sucked into the Chinese television show that was playing: possible a hospital soap opera. Lydia came around to my side of the table. At various times both little girls sat in Lydia's abandoned seat.
She seemed kind of repulsed when I put chili oil into our potsticker sauce. "You're supposed to put it on your food." I explained that it got on the food via the sauce. She asked if she could taste it. We said yes so she stuck her finger in the sauce and said that I was right--it was a good way to do it.
When we were finishing up she brought us our leftover box. She then stood in front of the tv set with her back to us and stuck her hand down the back of her pants and dug around for a while.
I thought Lydia was going to heave as we left. Anyone want some leftover broccoli beef?
I got sucked into the Chinese television show that was playing: possible a hospital soap opera. Lydia came around to my side of the table. At various times both little girls sat in Lydia's abandoned seat.
She seemed kind of repulsed when I put chili oil into our potsticker sauce. "You're supposed to put it on your food." I explained that it got on the food via the sauce. She asked if she could taste it. We said yes so she stuck her finger in the sauce and said that I was right--it was a good way to do it.
When we were finishing up she brought us our leftover box. She then stood in front of the tv set with her back to us and stuck her hand down the back of her pants and dug around for a while.
I thought Lydia was going to heave as we left. Anyone want some leftover broccoli beef?
Random find
Doing a little GIS research this evening and ran across this freaky website. Holy crap! Take a poke around if you're not squeemish.
10.03.2005
3 casts, 3 fish.
I never imagined I'd type a headline like that, but on Saturday afternoon it happened. On the mighty Three Rivers. Granted, the total weight of the 4 fish I caught was probably a half pound, but still, I caught 4 fish in an hour. The first came on a nymph. After working my way upstream a bit, I noticed what appeared to be BWO's flying around. After seeing the 5th or 6th one, I switched to a dryfly and immediately: Bam! Bam! Bam!
OK, bam might be too strong a word to use for 3-5 inch rainbows (one may have been a brown or brook trout), but when you're as much as a baby as I am, anything counts.
After the third on the dry fly took the fly way down into his gullet (I think it may even have been stuck in his gill), I decided to stop. I cut the line rather than try and dig out the fly. I was probably doing more harm than I was having fun.
So, if I want to catch bigger fish, do I need to move on to bigger water?
Speaking of bigger water, I actually saw chinooks dancing on the surface of the Nestucca. Pretty exciting.
OK, bam might be too strong a word to use for 3-5 inch rainbows (one may have been a brown or brook trout), but when you're as much as a baby as I am, anything counts.
After the third on the dry fly took the fly way down into his gullet (I think it may even have been stuck in his gill), I decided to stop. I cut the line rather than try and dig out the fly. I was probably doing more harm than I was having fun.
So, if I want to catch bigger fish, do I need to move on to bigger water?
Speaking of bigger water, I actually saw chinooks dancing on the surface of the Nestucca. Pretty exciting.
