Readit NewsI am thinking of upgrading to a Toyota Land Cruiser 200 but the full cab Hilux just can’t be beat
I served in Iraq as an AF commander. My 2001 Tundra is still going strong ;)
The only thing I dislike about the Tundra is the gas mileage. I thought I would hate the auto trans but then I did some largish sandy-ish steps uphill and fuck me that was easy. Ah, there is another annoying thing: anti-lock brakes make sandy steep downhills with exposure much more interesting than they should be.
When I die I want to be buried in it.
God the new gigantic Tundras look awful. I think I'm seeing a lot more newish Tacomas these days, and they still look decent. They definitely look easier to park.
To start your Windows virtual machine run: quickemu --vm windows-10.conf
> quickemu --vm windows-10.conf ERROR! QEMU 6.0.0 or newer is required, detected 10.1.2.
It’s been 4 years since I even took a good look at it.
Someone stomp me down and tell me I'm wrong, please.
We just spent a 3 year sojourn in the Atlanta metro area and the Dekalb Farmers Market is one of the only things we will miss. Still the best reasonably priced beautiful cheese/dairy/seafood/charcuterie + a whole bunch of other stuff in N. Georgia.
Now we're back West again and there is Lee Lee Oriental Market. No interesting cheese, but a lot of other things. Including charcuterie!
If you go to the Dekalb Farmer's Market definitely look for nettle cheese.
Apparently it's possible to make nettle rennet for coagulating milk into cheese, though it's not recommended for making aged cheeses.
It looked like this: https://www.northumberlandcheese.co.uk/nettle-cheese
Wasn't expensive.
Kinda figures this is in the BritishBC.
Edit: I'm very happy for the down votes, because it gives me new data on a subset of current HN commenters. Musk really needs you because those Mars rockets aren't going to be a culinary paradise. He's probably going to just put in a row of push button dispensers for that stuff they dish out on the ship in The Matrix. Unclear if the tubes go directly to a row of hungry mouths, or even more efficiently right down into the stomachs.
Fun story: I was slaloming bank to bank down that canal and wiped out. The canal is narrow enough the boat has to slow down and idle around the u-turn to then plane up to get back, so it takes a bit. There was a high arched water pipe over the canal and a kid parked on the apex. Kid sez, there's a gator next to you. I said, sure, right kid. Kid sez, there's a gator next to you... and I look and yep, maybe a 6', 7' gator about 10' away. Well... not much to do... I started waving the ski and a couple of minutes later they throw me the rope and I orientated and up and away I went. ha haha. Good times. I think I was 15.
Another one: Buddy of mine is on two skis and is kinda mellowing out just running down that same canal and I'm driving and see a gator ahead in the middle of the canal, and why not, I steer around the gator and then steer him right over it and it explodes in a huge splash ha aha haar I am just laughing at the memory and he looks back and then back at me with a big shit eating grin. I was probably 16.
Same canal: I got this hot gf I'm trying to teach to ski and she's fiddling with the skis, as you do starting out, and a nice 5' tarpon rolls about 6' away from her. Panic! We're like no no no they do not bite, it's just a tarpon, they're friendlies! Oh well, no water skiing for her. I was... 17.
But I'm not here to tell you these stories. I'm here to talk about the river of grass, the Everglades. Many millions have lived around the periphery but you can look at maps and see it's a long way across with "nothing" there. How would you see the vast scope of the interior, in an efficient way, right down at water level?
Family 2 doors over in Melaleuca Isles (still exists, I see) the father was the district superintendent (I think) for the Florida Fish & Game Commission, or whatever it's called these days. In those days the US was a normal country and everybody hung out, the kids, the parents. So I'm over there in the morning and he says want to go on patrol. I say sure. So we drive the airboat out to the launch point on 84 (Alligator Alley) and off we go. This thing had a Lycoming flat six and there's not much to the boat but the Al flat hull, the two tier seats, and the enormous engine and propeller. And for 5 hours, at speeds peaking at 100mph[1], we criss cross the entire sector of the Everglades north of Hghwy 84. I stopped counting deer in the sawgrass in the water at 100. The vistas were of an endless prairie of sawgrass. He drove across the hammocks where there was grass by just powering the boat onto the land and then over.
I came away from that experience with a full appreciation of the scope of the Everglades, the idea of it, and am sad that the idea of wilderness has softened like melting fat into an ideal of a cozy unthreatening warm bath. There is nothing that can be accurately described as wilderness unless organisms endemic there are present and may be out to eat you. Starting with mosquitos and ending with alligators.
[1] In those medieval times we did not know nor understand the term "eye protection" and so I had none, though my neighbor did. He didn't care. At 100mph your face is quite distorted. Some debris is getting through the screen on the front of the boat. What a MF adventure.
Note that you cannot argue the legacy student actually has a lower SAT score because Harvard admitted legacy students had higher than avg. SAT scores and because the study controlled for SAT score.
Believe it or not, this is the kind of profile a lot of legacy admits would have.
Do you not understand what the point of legacy preference admissions is? I will supply it here: Legacies take the place of the higher performing non-legacy candidate, not the equivalent one. Is this difficult to understand? Why?
What helped me more than anything was going out into the garden and digging. I made sure to do it safely, since I know it can be risky, so I dug wide and with wooden supports, but there was something about just digging and digging down that let me work through all the darkness that had built up in my head. It gave those feelings somewhere to go.
This is unrelated, but I wonder if I did actually hit on something primal in myself.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobby_tunneling