This one fell through the cracks a while back, while dad was working Port32.com. I owe him an apology and you folks some entertainment.
Sorry, Sanskrit has me a bit worried and busy. This, my friends, is the hardest class I've ever taken, beating Japanese, World Religions, and Linguistics hands down.
Here. Have a little vacation at my dad's north country cottage.
( Cottage Country Labour. The next weekend, we were up there in earnest to get things open, cold rainy wind-spitting nasty weather or not. )
Sorry, Sanskrit has me a bit worried and busy. This, my friends, is the hardest class I've ever taken, beating Japanese, World Religions, and Linguistics hands down.
Here. Have a little vacation at my dad's north country cottage.
( Cottage Country Labour. The next weekend, we were up there in earnest to get things open, cold rainy wind-spitting nasty weather or not. )
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Nov. 12th, 2006 02:49 pmI need to create a tag for dad's cottage logs.
Most of you know that my dad has a little island not much bigger than a parking lot and roughly shaped like a ship with pine trees for masts, that he "and the banks bought" twenty years ago. Every summer he sends his friends "cottage logs," updates and thoughtful observations on life in the north country. This one is from this summer.
( Annie has been waiting, her temper one degree below the boiling point, for me to do something about the rusty old screens in the cooking porch windows. For twenty years. )
Most of you know that my dad has a little island not much bigger than a parking lot and roughly shaped like a ship with pine trees for masts, that he "and the banks bought" twenty years ago. Every summer he sends his friends "cottage logs," updates and thoughtful observations on life in the north country. This one is from this summer.
( Annie has been waiting, her temper one degree below the boiling point, for me to do something about the rusty old screens in the cooking porch windows. For twenty years. )
Captain Snark
Jul. 21st, 2006 10:03 pmEveryone, I'd like to introduce
captain_snark. Yes, dad's stories are now going into their own LJ.
The Warehouse Grill
The Warehouse Grill
The Gift Economy, Port32.com, and Sea-Doos.
My dad joked that the comments from my f-list were so helpful, next time we should negotiate a consulting fee.
I told him, "Actually, dad, this is the gift economy. If you ever want to ask for help again you need to throw something into the pot. I recommend sending us one of your stories. They liked those."
He has eagerly responded.
( And as usual, is funnier than shit. Story untitled, though I call it 'Sea-Doos' )
My dad joked that the comments from my f-list were so helpful, next time we should negotiate a consulting fee.
I told him, "Actually, dad, this is the gift economy. If you ever want to ask for help again you need to throw something into the pot. I recommend sending us one of your stories. They liked those."
He has eagerly responded.
( And as usual, is funnier than shit. Story untitled, though I call it 'Sea-Doos' )
My Father, the Artist
Sep. 1st, 2004 08:53 pmMy dad describes three days at Lake Kasshabog:
( Aug 2, '04 )
( The Beavers’ Table. )
( Aug 5, ’04 )
Interesting man, isn't he?
That's my daddy.
( Aug 2, '04 )
( The Beavers’ Table. )
( Aug 5, ’04 )
Interesting man, isn't he?
That's my daddy.