Thursday, June 28, 2007

A New Thing 7

So, after I spent about twenty minutes trying to figure out how to create a trading card for myself (and it's a really bad picture of me, because it was a little small, so when it was uploaded into the trading card, the resolution got messed up), I was now confronted with the challenge of figuring out how to schedule things in the meeting room, and now I am confused again. *sigh* Blasted software applications.

This reminds me of a conversation I had once when I was in college. The guy I was dating at the time was (and I suppose he still is) really into computer science and software stuff. I, while not averse to new technology, still harbor a fondness for the not-so-cutting-edge. My parents had a typewriter that they were allowing me to use, and I was taking advantage of the opportunity. I can still remember David's response when I mentioned this to him: "Why on earth would you be using a typewriter? They're so archaic!"

I didn't mention to him that typewriters are healthier for you. Studies have shown that, because of the way they are forced to hold their hands as they type, people who type using manual typewriters are less likely to develop carpal tunnel than people who do not.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Thing 6 Again

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Ah-hah! I think I have done it!

A New Thing 6

Wild Wineberries Drained
Originally uploaded by jjfbaltzell
I tried finding this picture with Flickr Color Pickr, but I've come to the conclusion that that particular tool is really just for browsing rather than looking for a specific image. In the meantime, I'm attempting to have some fun with Trip Planner in an effort to add the hundreds of pictures that I'm going to be taking on my vacation to Europe this fall. I also played around with Spell with Flickr, but wasn't able to figure out how to publish the images. If anyone else knows how, let me know. I'm confused.

But back to this picture. When I was a child, we had a large wineberry bush in our backyard. We also had a couple of black raspberry bushes, in other parts of our yard. I mentioned this at work yesterday (I don't remember what we had been discussing earlier)and received a myriad of blank stares. What in the world were wineberries? Were they a cousin to grapes? Did I possibly mean raspberries?

No, I insisted. Wineberries are a completely different berry than raspberries. They are the same approximate size and shape as black raspberries, but they're bright red and tarter in taste. Its foliage is also fuzzier (and therefore have less thorns) than the foliage of raspberries.

In the picture, the dark berries are black raspberries (I'm assuming. Since I don't know the person who posted this picture, I can't just call him/her up and ask.) The bright red ones, even though they may look like red raspberries, are wineberries.

Since I moved away from home, however, I have been hard pressed to find a good wineberry bush. Does anyone know where they might be found? What about any good recipes? It would be neat to bring something into work for all of my coworkers who have never heard of this delicious food.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

In which I decide to go back and do a couple of the 23 things over again...

Peaceful meadow
Originally uploaded by santi_rf
Way back in April, I went for a drive, got completely and utterly lost in the Maryland countryside and ended up in Sharpsburg. (For those of you who are not big on American history, Sharpsburg is the site of a major Civil War battle also known as the Battle of Antietam.) Since I was there, I decided to take advantage of the National Park Service facilities and have a look around. At one point in the park, visitors have the opportunity to climb a tower that offers a nice view of the battlefield and the surrounding countryside. It was a relatively dreary spring day, the park was quiet, and it had been misting off and on all afternoon, so as I stood up in that tower and looked out at the history around me, I had the good fortune of being the only human within eyesight of the structure. Depending on where in the tower you happened to be standing, you could look out and see absolutely nothing that told you that anything of any historical significance ever took place. No houses, no stone monuments, no cannons. Just rolling hills and South Mountain.

Now, you're probably wondering what in the world this has to do with the above picture. Well, as I was looking out over misty Maryland countryside, I was able to hear the mooing of several bovine who were milling around in some nearby farmland. These bovine were not visible from the tower, but it was a really euphoric experience to stand there in the tower and listen to the gentle mooing sounds. In a time when suburban development and McMansions are sprawling all over the place (at least in my neck of the woods), speed limits are always ignored (even by me, I admit it), and it's virtually impossible to go anywhere and see pure, unadulterated countryside, it was an amazing experience just to be the only human around, standing there in the rain and listening to the cows. What an amazing natural high.