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<p>One of the very best things about marrying a girl from Montana is that you never have to reach far for an acceptable excuse to visit Big Sky Country. I first visited the state twelve years ago and have returned again and again to enjoy both family and the great outdoors.</p>
<p>If I could wave a cosmic wand, I'd overlap our least favorite time in New Mexico -- the hot, dry days of June -- with the best weather up North. This year especially we longed to be elsewhere as we experienced a terrible wildfire season statewide. But the Montana summer was brief this year; a long, cool, wet Spring throughout much of the state delayed many favorite pastimes well past June for locals and visitors alike. So once again, our wager that the weather would be damn near perfect in early August paid out yet again as we were treated to daytime highs in the upper 80s with plenty of sunshine for hiking, boating, fishing, attending weddings, beer, and much more!</p>
<p>Summer was in full effect with Flathead cherries and plenty of produce at the Saturday Farmer's Market:</p>
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<p>And waves of grass through fields:</p>
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<p>In the Swan Valley, Morrell Falls provided cool mist...</p>
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<p>... enough to nourish the wildflowers growing on rocks.</p>
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<p>At Seeley Lake, the water lilies were popping:</p>
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<p>Lazy days with widlife at Flathead Lake:</p>
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<p>Our trip closed fittingly with a sunset over the Pintler Range and <a href="http://butteamericafilm.org/">Butte, America</a>, the former mining metropolis and home of <a href="http://ecorover.blogspot.com">ecorover</a> and about 34,000 other humans:</p>
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<p>See you next time, Montana.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thunderpete/6063341976/sizes/m/in/photostream/?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1313957742174" alt="" /></span></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Thankful for Quail</title><category term="hunting"/><category term="joy"/><category term="life"/><category term="new mexico"/><category term="quail"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/thankful-for-quail.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/thankful-for-quail.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-12-04T16:43:39Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:43:39Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I had an opportunity this past weekend to scoot down to the Southeastern corner of the state for a couple of days of quail hunting with my four-leggers. The weather was typically desert New Mexican, requiring both running the heater on full tilt at dawn and the air conditioner at mid-day to cool down the cabin. Such is life with the humidity hovering around zero.</p>
<p>Southeast New Mexico is often called "Little Texas." The oil and gas industry predominates the culture, economy, and landscape here. Large, well-paved highways crisscross the hardpan to move tankers along and get that precious oil moving towards the Gulf. At times, the smell of petroleum-based effluent wafts through the breezes. The plant life that thrives in the area -- mesquite, creosote, cacti and their thorny friends -- beat up indiscriminately on dogs, hunters, clothes, trucks, and sometimes, and when the wind whips up above 50 miles an hour, even your soul can feel a little bruised. This place surely fits no conventional definition of beauty.</p>
<p>Yet, hunting has a transformative quality that can turn these desolate biomes and nasty climates into pure enjoyment. The thorns, enemies, become allies as they provide essential cover for quail. The headwinds, instead of simply slowing you down, become appreciated as they fill dogs' noses with scent. Feet stop hurting as one hurries to catch up with a dog on point. Any real hunter knows these feelings well.</p>
<p>But there's another quality about hunting that I find rather unique. There's a saying among photographers that the key to taking a good photo is "F11 and <em>be there</em>," emphasizing that the most important aspect is not technical but temporal. Maybe this is true for any passion, but hunting is something that motivates me <em>be there</em>. Any hunter knows that a quarry does not harvest itself. Hunting is that reason to get up pre-dawn, possibly suffer through inclimate conditions, and simply <em>be there</em>. The rewards are frequent and come in many flavors. One of my favorite rewards is the magic dusk light washing the landscape in gold in these wide open spaces.</p>
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<p>A moment like this captures it all for me. I pause to reflect alone with my dogs that we are fatigued in the best of ways. We have a few quail. Our spirits are refilled with an enthusiasm and a joy that will bring us back early the next morning, and then again, and again. I appreciate that we are in a truly beautiful place, however unconventional it may be.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thunderpete/5231881800/sizes/m?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1291481184487" alt="" /></span></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Teriyaki Columbidae</title><category term="cooking"/><category term="dove"/><category term="hunting"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/teriyaki-columbidae.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/teriyaki-columbidae.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-10-12T00:38:56Z</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:38:56Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>For those of you lucky enough to have a few extra dove in the freezer in the middle of October, I'd suggest trying out <a href="http://honest-food.net/wild-game/dove-pigeon-recipes/grilled-doves-teriyaki/">Hank's dead-simple teriyaki recipe</a>.</p>
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<p>My first attempt went off rather succesfully... which is saying quite alot. Pictured above are three different columbiformes: two mourning doves on the left, a eurasian collared dove foreground right, and in the back we have a rock dove, or as it's more commonly known, "the pigeon."</p>
<p>It was a nice departure from the tried-and-true trifecta of dove/chile/bacon. While I lack the plucking skills and the patience to match <a href="http://honest-food.net/2010/09/06/dove-season-the-curtain-rises/">Hank's feast for a crowd</a>, the labor is limited with only a few birds and the bag and the culinary experiment had little cost should it have gone horribly wrong. In the Albuquerque area, <a href="http://www.talinmarket.com/">Talin Market</a> provides your asian ingredients, although I have discovered everything but the sake at regular chain grocery stores.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Octopus Ballet</title><category term="cephalopods"/><category term="nature"/><category term="neat"/><category term="sea"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/octopus-ballet.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/octopus-ballet.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-08-31T19:55:00Z</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:55:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Originally posted by at <a href="http://37signals.com/svn">Signals vs. Noise</a>, this clip is too cool not to share. There's something enchanting about a little-known species, in this case, <em>Grimpoteuthis bathynectes</em>, dancing through the hydrothermal vents at the ocean floor.</p>
<p>Footage captured by a team of researchers at the University of Washington.</p>
<p><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDxBVZhZZwI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDxBVZhZZwI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Fish Fingers</title><category term="fish"/><category term="new mexico"/><category term="outdoors"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/fish-fingers.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/fish-fingers.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-08-27T22:23:01Z</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:23:01Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Presented a few months ago with a bachelor weekend, amigo Anthony and I headed for the Jemez Mountains for a few days of fishing. As a rank fly fishing beginner I was looking forward to another opportunity to improve. Learning to fly fish was a goal in 2009 and I accomplished it, I guess, as long as we can consider accomplishment to mean 1) acquiring a rig, 2) learning how to cast a fly line, and 3) catching one and only one trout. For the record, I do, and I did.</p>
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<p>Anthony snapped a couple of pics. Hey, there I am. Probably tying on another fly after getting snagged in the encroaching vegation for the who knows how many-ith time. Fishing the small waters of northern New Mexico sometimes requires a hobbit like nimbleness and an aptitude in precision casting. I possess neither quality. Fortunately it doesn't diminish the good times one bit.</p>
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<p>The mighty Rio Guadalupe begins at the confluence of the Rio de las Vacas and the Rio Cebolla, two smaller streams a little higher up. Not longer after it joins up with the main stem of the Jemez River. The water was cool and the many small trout that call this place home were hungry. We caught many throughout the weekend, most no bigger than the size of your hand.</p>
<p>Many thanks to my friend and guide for the weekend.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Visualizing Netflix</title><category term="data"/><category term="movies"/><category term="netflix"/><category term="viz"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/visualizing-netflix.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/visualizing-netflix.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-06-15T05:52:53Z</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:52:53Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Shortly after graduating college, I subscribed to <a href="http://www.netflix.com">Netflix</a> and, ever since, those little red envelopes have found their way into my mailbox. I believe that this represents the longest once-a-month relationship my credit card has had with <em>anyone.</em></p>
<p><em></em>Netflix started out simply. In the beginning, Neflix offered only two choices: you could either pay $20.95 for 3 movies out at a time, or, you could rent movies from someone else. Since returning movies on time required a disproportionate amount of willpower, I signed up. And out of habit, satisfaction with the service, and a total lack of giving a shit, we've been happily tearing open red envelopes without thinking twice about it for nine years and counting. The service has improved substantially and it's now nearly three bucks cheaper. You can't complain about that.</p>
<p>In late April, we added a "Netflix-enabled" blu-ray player and our movie consumption habits stood ready to be reasonably altered forever: more movies, fewer discs. In this new future, movies would travel in tubes!&nbsp;But this new player and all of the streamy goodness it stood ready to deliver combined with Netflix's own proliferation of pricing plans presented me with a confused (albeit trivial) crossroads. I started to see old visions of unwatched discs sitting on the coffee table for months on end. Memories of traveling with discs from across the continent washed over my mind (I'll watch it on the next leg, I'd tell myself). Surely this three-at-a-time "deal" had been a ripoff! Or was it?</p>
<p>As I'm prone to do, I graphed.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>Since Netflix makes your entire rental and billing histories accessible, a dash of geekery can reveal quite a lot. First, I noticed that Netflix rentals can be pretty fucking pricey! But salvation came quickly. Volume creates value. Turn those discs around relatively quickly and you can beat the local video shop's price, all without ever getting off of your duff. All told, we've received 367 Netflix titles at an average price per rental of $5.65. Combining the inventory of titles, the overall availability of discs, and the unparalleled convenience of renting by mail and, for me: yeah, it's been worth it.</p>
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<p>Long days means less time watching movies. I wonder if Netflix manages inventory differently in different seasons?</p>
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<p>But you have to string it out over all the months to get into the good stuff. Some of it is obvious. It's easy to see that getting hooked by a TV show is a good way to merge your couch and your ass. But during the exercise I'm reminded that life has its own ebb and flow. The peaks and valleys in our rental history are quite full of stories. There's our apartment. And the wedding. Our first house. Trips. Our second house. Surgery. Grad school. Christmases. Strange that when life is plotted, I'm reminded that the most entertaining movie is my own.</p>
<p>So, I've reduced our plan down to two-at-a-time, and I've hardly watched anything since.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Intern Grapevine</title><category term="interns"/><category term="momoro"/><category term="work"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/the-intern-grapevine.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/the-intern-grapevine.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-04-09T02:09:00Z</published><updated>2010-04-09T02:09:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Over at <a href="http://themomorohoax.com/2010/04/07/communicating-with-the-boss-yes-no-multiple-choice">The Momoro Hoax</a>,* Phillip argues that most interns are worthless time sucks not worth the time or their meager compensation. In an effort to squeeze juice from these raisins, he suggests some time-saving techniques to improve productivity.</p>
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<p>A sure fire way is that any time you have an issue that you want to  discuss with your boss, make sure you come in with a question or  explanation that only requires a yes/no answer or multiple choice  selection from your boss. By the way, you&rsquo;ll also end up finding when  you do this that you grow as an asset to the company because you start  putting your small actions in the context of the organization and  understand why you do what you do.</p>
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<p>First: I am so glad I was never one of Phillip's interns, and vice versa! My varied, frequent, and nebulous questions would have driven him to the breaking point. Nevermind that I kicked ass.</p>
<p>Phillip's suggestion for tweaking workplace communication in an environment in which work is clearly defined, speed is paramount, and you're surrounded by people with robust skillsets is reasonable enough to try. In fact, I don't see why he shouldn't expand the idea to include the entire development team, not just interns? If it's an effective tweak and it's needed, go for it. After all, it sounds like this boss <em>sure is busy</em> and shouldn't be bothered for much - he's got so much shit to do!</p>
<p>But that's my rub: when I have interns working with me, <em>they become a big part of the shit I have to do</em>. It is not a nuisance. They become one of the most important aspects of my work.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coba/16358710/"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/16358710_3f343c993c.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1270766710146" alt="" /></a><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 500px;">here's one intern every tech guy would hire, even if she asked a lot of questions - photo by coba (cc)</span></span>Why? Because I am getting an incredible price on the opportunity to examine if this intern through my own unique, particular lens. If I want to see how they handle pressures, I can up the ante. If I want to see how quickly they can learn new things, I can assign something new. Or, if I'm like Phillip, maybe I want to test their independence. I can observe that continuously. When I'm interested in building for the future, this is a privilege!</p>
<p>Similarly, <em>I'm paying</em> this intern to examine my company as a place that <em>she</em> wants to be. The best way I can shape that experience is with my own behavior. Cultivating an environment in which she feels valued is of paramount importance. Finding opportunities to create meaningful work and accomplishments is big, too. Lastly, knowing how much I value an open, frequent line of communication with my boss, I would seek to always provide the same. With someone talented, I am laying the foundation of an important and mutually beneficial partnership.</p>
<p>As for the intern that sucks: so what? Three months and a couple G's set afire and  we're all finished, vaya con dios, and so on. Perhaps this attitude is wasteful, a sign of corporate luxury; admittedly, a startup would be looking for a much more impactful contribution (which you might be able to get equally inexpensively elsewhere).** But, for talent development, the economics clearly work out in my company's favor. I've spent less than a couple of cheap computers to ensure that we don't invest a compounding amount of both time and money into someone who will be content to grind out decades of suck. But better still, I've had the opportunity to make a massive, positive impression on a kid that can make a massive, positive difference to our bottom line on an continuous basis. For these workhorses, when the employment offers come rolling in, mine has a better chance to float to the top of the stack.</p>

<p>I think Phillip's argument reduces simply to trying to maximize ROI, in this case by imploring interns to <em>do more work instead of bothering the boss</em>. He wants these raisins to hydrate and be juicy grapes, at the risk of potentially devouring them in the process. I contend that the level of juice that we can squeeze out these raisins or grapes over a summer is meaningful in just a singular way: I am interested only in growing vineyards. Can you help?</p>
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<p>* Note that a much shorter version of this post would have appeared as a comment at Momoro, but since Mischa is a raging, comment-disabling autocrat, it winds up here.</p>
<p>** It should be pretty obvious that <em>almost all decisions</em> are much more significant in a tiny company looking to grow than a mature corporation.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Borders Baffling Business</title><category term="amazon"/><category term="books"/><category term="business. borders"/><category term="crazy"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/borders-baffling-business.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/borders-baffling-business.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-04-07T13:18:00Z</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:18:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>If you are, like me, a "Borders Rewards" member then you are bombarded by waves of email coupons, mostly for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Going-Rogue-American-Sarah-Palin/dp/0061939897">things you do not want</a>. Only every so often will they send something valuable, like a "40% off" coupon. Such a coupon typically reduces the price of any one item at Borders to the everyday purchase price at <a href="http://www.amazon.com">one of my favorite companies</a>. Since I enjoy visits to bookstores and since I never exhaust my book list, a Borders store and good Borders Rewards coupons are supposed to create what you might call a "win-win."</p>
<p>Or so I thought.</p>
<p>A few weeks ago, the wiz and I found ourselves at <a href="http://www.abquptown.com">ABQ Uptown</a>, the shining local emblem of high-end retail and, intentionally or not, a modern day revival of Jim Crow in a typically diverse area code. Anyhow, there's a Borders! I'm a Borders Rewards member! In I go. After skimming through some cookbooks and some photo books, I consulted my wishlist at Amazon and then located <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Connected-Surprising-Power-Social-Networks/dp/0316036145">Connected</a>, which looked as good in person as it did on the web and thus my decision was made.</p>
<p>Oh goody. <span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/4183nZYSLrL._SL500_AA300_.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1270681141461" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Up at the counter I recited my phone number to the cashier as she brought up my member information.</p>
<p>"I'd like to use my 40% off coupon," I said.</p>
<p>"Do you have it with you?"</p>
<p><em>Umm... what? </em>Of course I didn't; why would I print such a thing?</p>
<p>Thinking fast, but also thinking that it shouldn't have come to this: "No, but I can bring it up on my email." (some button pushing and finger swiping) "There it is!"</p>
<p>"Oh, sorry, our manager told us we can't accept coupons off of phones. But if you want, you can go next door to the Apple store, they'll let you print it, then bring it back here." At this point the adjacent cashier came to her defense with reinforcing opinions that this was a corporate dictum, that it really wasn't their fault, and so on. He was probably the manager.</p>
<p>After delivering some constructive criticism, I didn't purchase the book, and headed out. At the Apple Store, I asked one of the blue shirts if I could print out a Borders coupon. "Sure you can, the printer's right over there!" I thanked her and said that I actually didn't want to print it, that Borders had a chance to earn my business already and instead blew it, but I did ask how many people asked in a day for the printing privilege. She replied "every day, all day long."</p>
<p>Apple is simply clever top to bottom. By setting up a <em>Borders coupon printer</em>, they get a daily stream of new faces in the door. Borders, in stark contrast, insists on turning down customers at the point of sale to make sure that they head over to Apple. Color me baffled.</p>
<p>Slightly ironic, if only in an <a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Alanis%20Morissette%20Lyrics/Ironic%20Lyrics.html">Alanis Morrissette</a> kind of way, was that there I was buying a book entitled "Connected." If we swim in bits of data, then a corporation like Borders is submerged. They know who I am. They send me a gazillion emails. They know whether or not I've used my coupon, what I purchased with it, where I live, my swiss bank account number and the rest of it.&nbsp; The physical coupon should be irrelevant. Yet they insist that a <em>sheet of paper</em> in my possession is more important than the cash I had laid on the counter.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I guess I won't be surprised at all when the Borders CEO announces that they will be ceasing operations, citing overwhelming pressure from online retailers.</p>
<p>As for the book? I bought it. On my phone, I reloaded the Amazon app. Two clicks and delivered two days later, the transaction was complete.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Global warming makes me hot</title><category term="birthday"/><category term="climate"/><category term="science"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/2010/2/22/global-warming-makes-me-hot.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/2010/2/22/global-warming-makes-me-hot.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-02-23T00:17:02Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:17:02Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>While out on the town a few weeks ago celebrating a friend's thirtieth birthday, the ever-so-festive topics of religion and global warming were suddenly running amok in our drinking circle. In other words:</p>
<p>Happy birthday!</p>
<p>Leaving religion aside for the moment, that evening's global warming "debate," if we can call it that, ended on one in those awkward "agree to disagree!" agreements to lay down the verbal weaponry and focus on the delight that is beer and birthdays. For me, resorting to this truce was a strange result: after all, the other mouth in the dialogue was a college-educated, I-understand-science kind of guy. But yet, his position, or at least my interpretation of his position, was that there is reason to believe that modern climate theory is a vast conspiracy orchestrated by arrogant, grant-writing lab coats, and any claims from these "scientists" claiming to understand climate change are invalid because our own <a href="http://www.krqe.com/dpp/weather/Mark_Ronchettis_Bust_Potential">Mark Ronchetti</a> can't put together a solid extended forecast. QED, apparently.</p>
<p>Well, let's say I remain unconvinced. Call me crazy, but I still have <span>faith in the scientific method</span>. Physicist <a href="http://www.csicop.org/si/show/mann_bites_dog_why_climategate_was_newsworthy/">Mark Boslough writes</a> [HT jfleck @ <a href="http://www.inkstain.net">inkstain.net</a>],</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Denialists have attempted to call the science into question by writing articles that include fabricated data. They&rsquo;ve improperly graphed data using tricks to hide evidence that contradicts their beliefs. They chronically misrepresent the careful published work of scientists, distorting all logic and meaning in an organized misinformation campaign. To an uncritical media and gullible non-scientists, this ongoing conflict has had the intended effect: it gives the appearance of a scientific controversy and seems to contradict climate researchers who have stated that the scientific debate over the reality of human-caused climate change is over (statements that have been distorted by denialists to imply the ridiculous claim that in all respects &ldquo;the science is settled&rdquo;).</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Now while I was out on the town celebrating birthdays thinking of rising sea levels, Thomas Friedman must have been doing the same because he published a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/17/opinion/17friedman.html">timely opinion</a> entitled "Global Weirding." Climate change is complicated, <em>the science surely is not settled in all respects,</em> but the evidence has been considered and the&nbsp; jury has delivered the verdict on human impact. And why not? Our species has a knack for <a href="http://blogs.nature.com/climatefeedback/ozonehole.jpg">fucking</a> <a href="http://paraisosperdidos.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/exxon_valdez.jpg">shit</a> <a href="http://unitedcats.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/ozone-pollution-smog.jpg">up</a> even when we don't mean it. They call that precedent.</p>
<p>Hope we didn't ruin your birthday, DL3!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>SNOW MUCH FUN</title><category term="dogs"/><category term="fun"/><category term="winter"/><id>http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/2010/1/26/snow-much-fun.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.boomrumblerumble.com/rumblings/2010/1/26/snow-much-fun.html"/><author><name>pete</name></author><published>2010-01-26T21:46:19Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:46:19Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>The El Ni&ntilde;o skies dumped buckets of the fluffy stuff on our neck of the woods late last week and through the weekend.</p>
<p><a href="http://bighugelabs.com/onblack.php?id=4296120001&amp;size=large&amp;posted=1"><span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4296120001_12b1f9623a.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1264542597343" alt="" /></span></span></a></p>
<p>Three straight days of snowshoeing. Yes, we had fun.</p>]]></content></entry></feed>
