Tag: personal

Stage 4.

Where do you put the words you don’t have anyone left to tell?

Sometimes they squeeze out, like feelings from your eyes.

But they feel like they splash uselessly on the floor.

The thought of empty spaces where recognition? used to be.

Understanding?

Acceptance?

Trust?

Apparently we vomit them into the voids of the never-ending interweb nightmare.

Darn Tough Socks Review

I tend to destroy socks. I’m a large man that doesn’t mind walking and generally gets around with transit and bike. So I’ve got piles of socks that could be darned, but would only wear holes in them again after a month or two.

I’ve been listening to Caleb Musgrave’s Canadian Bushcraft Podcast, and one of the things he talks about is the importance of quality clothing, especially footwear. He recommends two companies that make merino-based socks, that are expensive, but also have guarantees so if you wear a hole in them, send them back: Darn Tough Vermont and Smart Wool.

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Library

In an effort to keep a list of the books I read and recommend, here we are…
This will be in a general reverse chronological order, meaning the most recent first. Some are from the library, some are in my personal library. My wonderful Mom has given me several over the years as we both learn the things we were never taught.

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AdamSpeak

[Recovered from pages past via The Internet Archives and moved here for completion and posterity…]

From Adrian MacNair [when we worked together at Martinet] (apparently he thinks I swear alot).

Adam Scriven’s vocabularyTranslation
No fucking way!I’m not sure that is feasible.
You’ve got to be shitting me!Really?
Tell someone who gives a fuck!Perhaps you should check with someone else.
It’s not my fucking problem.I wasn’t involved in this project at the beginning.
What the fuck?Interesting.
Fuck it… it won’t work.I’m not sure I can implement this.
Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner?I’ll try to work that into my schedule.
When the fuck did you expect me to do this?I’m not working late.
Who in the fuck cares?Are you sure it’s a problem?
Fuck him, he has his head up his ass!He’s not familiar with this situation.
Who died and made you boss asshole?I’m not helping.
He can fucking blow me!I understand, but I don’t really care.
Fuck you.I don’t understand, AND I don’t really care.

The Saga of Scurvy’s .Sig

[Originally posted in 1996ish, on http://www.lore.com/~scriven/, recovered here from the Wayback Machine.]

A friend of mine, Scott Tadman has always hated my .sig files, and this newest one: 

                 URL = http://www.lore.com/~scriven/
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+

has caused him no end of grief and heartache.
He has decided to fight back, to try and get me to fix/change the .sig to something more acceptable and appealing, and so the saga begins…

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