Choosing a retirement gift is tricky because you may not know the person very well. Not just what does the person want or need, but what are they going to want or need after reaching a milestone that changes everything.
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Ars Technica: Why is my dog like this? Current DNA tests won’t explain it to you.
Another disappointing article about dog research.
The dog shown in the photo above is a stock photo chosen for this article. To me, the photo says,
“Hi, my name is Patches! They found me at a pet sematary. This paw is bigger than my other paws, and my ears don’t seem to be related. I look to be patched together from a bunch of dogs, so they call me Patches! Can I take your kids for a walk over to the edge of the forest? You don’t have to come along.”
This is incredible. Jensen went from being the poorest person I’ve ever heard of, to the richest man I’d never heard of.
NY Post: First images from inside fire-ravaged Hong Kong high rise as death toll rises to 146
A big fire at an apartment building in Hong Kong won’t get much coverage in the US, but it seemed strange to me because everything is built of concrete in Hong Kong. Apparently it was the scaffolding.
Ten years ago, I took this photo of construction at the Hong Kong university where we worked. Bamboo poles are lashed together. On top of the scaffold, a blue tarp is spread for workers to walk around on. They step on the bamboo poles to not fall through the cracks.
Yesterday, it was 40o and a little misty. The wind was heading to the east, so it was a good time to blow the leaves into the woods. Glad I did.
I was attempting to be too productive this morning, when his bowl slipped out of my hand. For breakfast, he gets a third of a cup of kibble and half of a hard boiled egg. Nothing very sticky.
Sparky’s poise and judgment surprised me again.
When I took Sparky out this morning, it was cold and drizzly, but the trees are having a good Autumn. The photo unintentionally came out blurry and impressionistic. I like it.
Thinking about the green ball mystery, I took some photos of the ball pit this morning before sunrise.
Sparky was laughing too hard at my joke, so I knew he was just playing along.
I told him that he was my little hot dog. You know, because he likes lying by the fire. It’s not even a joke, just an affectionate pun.
