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Drew’s Shared Items

When I’m online I usually live out of Google Reader. I find it to be much more useful than Bloglines if for no other reason than the sparse interface. I love the minimalist approach that Google uses for their products, less is more and all that. I’ve never really cared about my web-reading statistics but curiosity finally forced me to click on the “trends” link in Google Reader. Here is what the Goog says about me:

From your 132 subscriptions, over the last 30 days you read 14,742 items, starred 19 items, and shared 0 items.

I guess I read a lot but I don’t like to share…also, I read mostly “science” things, followed by “fun” and finally “web.” This is calculated by something to do with tags. Weird that everything I read falls into only three categories.

I’ve trimmed the number of feeds I read significantly but I still find myself up late at night trying to catch up. What really bothers me though is my lack of sharing. I will work on that in the future and post a link to my shared items when I have some.

This page does a pretty good job of explaining the UNIX file system.

Went to Yellowstone while in Montana, got a couple of pics…

This is a waterfall, the name of which I cannot remember.

This cave is at the top of the waterfall.

The rainbow is always there when the sun is out. This is the Brink of Upper Falls.

Artist Point.

Orion was an interesting guy. Met him at the wedding. Killer shirt.

Meh, sometimes I like to photograph flowers.

I had packed hours earlier so I only needed a shower, no need to make coffee as it is available at the airport, and I figured I might shake the insomnia that had gripped my body and take a cat-nap on the shuttle ride to SFO. The driver was late, about 20 minutes, which is unusual for this particular shuttle service and I cursed under my breath until he finally arrived. When he stepped out of the bus to get the bags I grabbed the grinning fool by his lapels and demanded satisfaction for his excessive tardiness. I shook him like I’d shake a crying baby but he didn’t seem to care. He mumbled some gibberish about getting to the airport in eight minutes and then he had the audacity to wink at me. What could I do? Nobody else was around to drive the shuttle, most sane people are in bed at 3:35am. All aboard for the Crazy Express.

We were the last pickup. The shuttle was full of people, nice-looking and young for the most part. Except for the Hippie Lady. Yes, there was a damned dirty hippie on the shuttle and somebody had been feeding her liquor. Well, it was 3am, everybody had been drinking, but it was more obvious with the Hippie Lady. She kept taking swigs of some brown liquid from a flask while she waved her arms around and demanded personal information from us, weird things like hat size and blood type. I thought that maybe she was a vampire of some sort. It turns out that she and our driver had met each other in 1978 while both attending the Rainbow Gathering. His name was Yellow-Something…Peter? I can’t remember. She may or may not have been Rochelle. If you are in the mood to watch a lot of beards, the following clips are from the 1978 Rainbow Gathering. Man, how did we ever live without YouTube?