Watching a couple of them work a few hundred sheep up a hill to a new paddock was one of the highlights of my time in Aotearoa.
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Watching a couple of them work a few hundred sheep up a hill to a new paddock was one of the highlights of my time in Aotearoa.
A lot of the "journalists" at the Journal of Higher Ed are going to have to be for the wall come the After Times.
i’ll save y’all the trouble: luddite faculty are scared of bold changes so it’s all their fault.
Their only real mistake was not enough boss piñata
Reminder: The luddites were right and we are still paying the costs in this class-based system for not heeding them. "Bold changes" is code for "changes which will harm some at the benefit of others, with little thought or preparation beyond if it's good for those enacting them."
The path is now cleared, and there are bikes and cars flitting about their business. Thanks to the Plateau Mont-Royal cols bleu.
"In Le Plateau Mont-Royal, where 21.9 per cent of trips started in that borough are by bicycle, we find that drivers are given 3.4 square metres per traveller, while bike travellers are allocated 1.5 square metres per traveller."
On understanding #urbanMath.
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London, I'm looking at you
Scenes from the Des Pins bike path: a family of four (dad and two kids on Yuba, mom on her own bike) stuck using the road because no plowing. Five cars stacked up behind them, inching closer and closer to hitting mom’s rear wheel.
Yesterday there was no snow. Now there is this. I know it was False Spring, but still.
Ira true it’s a bit of a leg up.
I’m proud and horrified by equal measures.
Our child is a poet of swearing. Of note, considerable money has been spent to create a perfectly bilingual, educated at some pretty fancy schools, chaos monkey of swearage.
Or, as our kid put it « j’en n’ai ma claque avec cette bullshit »
Looking at the snow fall it dawns on me that winter has lost it’s fucking charm.
Omg her!!
Yep, it's also one of the few places that a fella who was at loose ends could go and hang out without booze. Wellington has a lot of nice third places but when the weather packs in, it's not ideal so the library was great for that as well.
To understand Wellington you have to understand how deeply and profoundly the whole city fucking loves the central library
Reopening today after a near-decade of earthquake repair/strengthening
When I lived there alone (with my family back in Dunners) that place was an absolute lifeline. Somewhere to go after work, movies to borrow, books, a sense of socializing. It was lovely.
... and (after my wife calmed me down) we just sat on our packs having a drink and eating a snack and the bear drank from the stream and looked at us a bit and then slopped off.
That said, the one time a bear was really with us & we all (bear, me, my wife) had no real way to avoid each other & everyone went on about our business was one of the most amazing things that ever happened to me. It wasn't huge, and it wanted a drink from the creek we had just filtered water...
Can you imagine how soft? Of note, I also feel similarly about bison, bear & otters. I understand there is an ok chance that only the last one wouldn't hurt me. I'm not a stupid man. I get this (having been near bears in the wild, I've discovered this particular intrusive thought is easy to control)
...can stream things to the speakers using the phone as the remote. Also the speakers are really nice (and Canadian). Anyway, bougie as fuck, and brings me enormous joy.
...space for it in the dining room. So if I'm cooking I can't hear music. So, (this is the bougie bit) we bought new powered speakers and some WiiM thingies. So, now we can play lps in the dining room, and I can hear it in the kitchen. Also, because each one is basically a teeny computer, they...
...back half = one main room that is mostly dining room &, along one wall, a long desk with space for two people (and where I'm sat right now). Off that is the (now open to the rest of the house) kitchen. The issue we've had is that the turntable and speakers are in the living room & there isn't...
Ok, bougie as fuck time: our main floor is made up of the original footprint of the house (circa late 1880s) and the "new" part (1940s) where our kitchen lives. On the main floor it goes: front half = 1/4 front hall and stairs to second floor and 1/4 living room (TV/stereo, sofa, rowing machine)...
I understand, intellectually, that it would be a bad idea, but my god I would like to give one of them some skritches.
Canada lynx kitten
My god he's such a piece of shit.