Comments for The Nomads ProjectThe Nomads Project | The Nomads Project http://thenomadsproject.org Sun, 09 Dec 2012 15:36:34 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 Comment on A brief and compelling argument for snow tires by Fred http://thenomadsproject.org/a-brief-and-compelling-argument-for-snow-tires/#comment-75 Fred Sun, 09 Dec 2012 15:36:34 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=239#comment-75 I think axle is spelled axle. Dad I think axle is spelled axle.

Dad

]]> Comment on Fast Times at High Altitude by Chance http://thenomadsproject.org/fast-times-at-high-altitude/#comment-73 Chance Mon, 12 Nov 2012 14:31:52 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=231#comment-73 I always looked forward to this time of year! So much potential. Hazing, and its counterpart, Recruitment... So much to do the first half of the season. And the second half, well time for refinement, dialing in just right, for spring trips and summer escapades. I always looked forward to this time of year! So much potential. Hazing, and its counterpart, Recruitment… So much to do the first half of the season. And the second half, well time for refinement, dialing in just right, for spring trips and summer escapades.

]]> Comment on Fast Times at High Altitude by Audrey http://thenomadsproject.org/fast-times-at-high-altitude/#comment-68 Audrey Sat, 10 Nov 2012 21:36:47 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=231#comment-68 Yeah I know! Yeah I know!

]]> Comment on Fast Times at High Altitude by KF http://thenomadsproject.org/fast-times-at-high-altitude/#comment-63 KF Fri, 09 Nov 2012 03:06:32 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=231#comment-63 Good luck with that smoke..."The Drug Enforcement Administration's enforcement of the Controlled Substances Act remains unchanged," said the DEA in a press statement. "In enacting the Controlled Substances Act, Congress determined that marijuana is a Schedule I control[ed] substance. The Department of Justice is reviewing the ballot initiatives and we have no additional comment at this time." [source: http://money.cnn.com/2012/11/07/news/economy/marijuana-legalization-washington-colorado/index.html] Good luck with that smoke…”The Drug Enforcement Administration’s enforcement of the Controlled Substances Act remains unchanged,” said the DEA in a press statement. “In enacting the Controlled Substances Act, Congress determined that marijuana is a Schedule I control[ed] substance. The Department of Justice is reviewing the ballot initiatives and we have no additional comment at this time.” [source: http://money.cnn.com/2012/11/07/news/economy/marijuana-legalization-washington-colorado/index.html

]]> Comment on Cars, bad decisions, and knowing when to say when. by KF http://thenomadsproject.org/cars-bad-decisions-and-knowing-when-to-say-when/#comment-53 KF Fri, 14 Sep 2012 00:11:29 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=197#comment-53 "I’m panic-pressing the clutch even though I’m coasting down in neutral. Dust is flying into every orifice in my body and every rock I bounce over ricochets through my skeleton; is this the one that’s going to end it all? I’m driving down a staircase of granite boulders buried so far underground they’re barely there. I’m sweating, breathing, my heart rate is through the roof and I’m doing rapid illogical panicked budgetary calculations for what at this point seems the inevitability of me literally tearing to shreds the underside of the car that isn’t actually mine to begin with. Thank god the insurance company doesn’t know I’m doing this, I realize." What do you mean insurance company? What about your mother!?!?! Sounds like an adventure and am extremely happy that you (and the Mazda) returned to write the riveting description. (BTW...Dad's been bragging about that clutch, maybe he spoke too soon? “I’m panic-pressing the clutch even though I’m coasting down in neutral. Dust is flying into every orifice in my body and every rock I bounce over ricochets through my skeleton; is this the one that’s going to end it all? I’m driving down a staircase of granite boulders buried so far underground they’re barely there. I’m sweating, breathing, my heart rate is through the roof and I’m doing rapid illogical panicked budgetary calculations for what at this point seems the inevitability of me literally tearing to shreds the underside of the car that isn’t actually mine to begin with. Thank god the insurance company doesn’t know I’m doing this, I realize.”

What do you mean insurance company? What about your mother!?!?!

Sounds like an adventure and am extremely happy that you (and the Mazda) returned to write the riveting description. (BTW…Dad’s been bragging about that clutch, maybe he spoke too soon?

]]> Comment on Fenestration by Karen http://thenomadsproject.org/fenestration/#comment-33 Karen Sat, 03 Mar 2012 17:54:25 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=146#comment-33 A True Story One late spring day after lunch, Mommy took Big Sister, Middle Sister and Baby out to burn off some spring fever. It was Baby's nap time but even Mommy couldn't resist the call of the lovely afternoon. They found themselves on the playground at Wilshire Park which was no surprise. Big Sister settled on the swings and Baby started to nod off in Mommy's arms. Middle Sister worked her way out along the cross bars with Mommy standing nearby cradling Baby as he began to doze. Middle Sister loved the feeling of hanging in the air unattached to anything except by her hands. With a determined look on her face, slowly and deliberately she progressed out into the center. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she crossed the halfway point and halted. "Mommy! Catch me, I'm going to drop." "It's okay, just jump down if you can't get any further." "I can't," she wailed, "I'm scared." "I can't catch you right now but I'll be standing right here as you jump." With a deep breath, Middle Sister let go and dropped to the ground. "Wahhhhhhhh. Mommy! It hurts!." cried Middle Sister as she sat up in the bark dust with her arm hanging slightly askew. "Oh dear. You'll be okay. Let's get you home and to the doctor," Mommy said worriedly as Baby started to fuss as well. Mommy gathered up the three—Baby in the stroller, Middle Sister holding Mommy's hand while crying and sniffling the 3 blocks home while Big Sister mumbled and whined about having to leave the park. Once home, Mommy called Daddy at worked explaining what happened and asked him to come home from work early to take Middle Sister to the doctor's (they had only one car which Daddy took to work each day). Six weeks later, on a summer morning the three children and Mommy headed out to play, ending up as usual at the playground at Wilshire Park. Middle Sister no longer had a cast on her arm and felt light and airy without it. As typically happened, Big Sister headed to the swings and Mommy helped Baby slide down the bottom of the slide. Middle Sister roamed among the apparatus, eyeing the cross bars but not quite ready. The other items just weren't as much fun. Big Sister always bumped her too hard on the see-saw and refused to spin Middle Sister on the merry-go-round. Swings and slides were unexciting. Middle Sister headed to the cross bars. After a moment's hesitation, she climbed the steps and started across. About three-quarters of the way across, she hollered, "Mommy, catch me! Pleeeez! I'm scared to jump." But Mommy said, "Nope, you can get yourself out of there. Either keep going across or jump. I'll be right here." Middle Sister screwed up her face crying, "I can't go to the end I'm TOO TIRED!" then she let go and dropped to the ground........then Middle Sister dusted off the bark dust and ran over to the swings to join Big Sister. A True Story

One late spring day after lunch, Mommy took Big Sister, Middle Sister and Baby out to burn off some spring fever. It was Baby’s nap time but even Mommy couldn’t resist the call of the lovely afternoon. They found themselves on the playground at Wilshire Park which was no surprise. Big Sister settled on the swings and Baby started to nod off in Mommy’s arms.

Middle Sister worked her way out along the cross bars with Mommy standing nearby cradling Baby as he began to doze. Middle Sister loved the feeling of hanging in the air unattached to anything except by her hands. With a determined look on her face, slowly and deliberately she progressed out into the center. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she crossed the halfway point and halted. “Mommy! Catch me, I’m going to drop.” “It’s okay, just jump down if you can’t get any further.” “I can’t,” she wailed, “I’m scared.” “I can’t catch you right now but I’ll be standing right here as you jump.” With a deep breath, Middle Sister let go and dropped to the ground. “Wahhhhhhhh. Mommy! It hurts!.” cried Middle Sister as she sat up in the bark dust with her arm hanging slightly askew. “Oh dear. You’ll be okay. Let’s get you home and to the doctor,” Mommy said worriedly as Baby started to fuss as well. Mommy gathered up the three—Baby in the stroller, Middle Sister holding Mommy’s hand while crying and sniffling the 3 blocks home while Big Sister mumbled and whined about having to leave the park.

Once home, Mommy called Daddy at worked explaining what happened and asked him to come home from work early to take Middle Sister to the doctor’s (they had only one car which Daddy took to work each day).

Six weeks later, on a summer morning the three children and Mommy headed out to play, ending up as usual at the playground at Wilshire Park. Middle Sister no longer had a cast on her arm and felt light and airy without it. As typically happened, Big Sister headed to the swings and Mommy helped Baby slide down the bottom of the slide. Middle Sister roamed among the apparatus, eyeing the cross bars but not quite ready. The other items just weren’t as much fun. Big Sister always bumped her too hard on the see-saw and refused to spin Middle Sister on the merry-go-round. Swings and slides were unexciting. Middle Sister headed to the cross bars. After a moment’s hesitation, she climbed the steps and started across. About three-quarters of the way across, she hollered, “Mommy, catch me! Pleeeez! I’m scared to jump.” But Mommy said, “Nope, you can get yourself out of there. Either keep going across or jump. I’ll be right here.” Middle Sister screwed up her face crying, “I can’t go to the end I’m TOO TIRED!” then she let go and dropped to the ground……..then Middle Sister dusted off the bark dust and ran over to the swings to join Big Sister.

]]> Comment on Fenestration by Karen http://thenomadsproject.org/fenestration/#comment-32 Karen Sat, 03 Mar 2012 13:55:36 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=146#comment-32 The toddler slowly approached the top of the stairs. She peered down, as if calculating the angle of descent. She awkwardly turned and crawled away, stopped, and backed up, peering all the while over her shoulder to gauge her distance from the point of descent. When she reached the top of the staircase, she inhaled, as though to suck in courage, and made her way down the steps, with the deliberation and confidence of someone who can sense the prize. She crawled down without hesitation, listening to her limbs as they felt each step, until—she was there. Standing, grin (and some relief) spreading across her face, she headed off toward whatever lay ahead. The toddler slowly approached the top of the stairs. She peered down, as if calculating the angle of descent. She awkwardly turned and crawled away, stopped, and backed up, peering all the while over her shoulder to gauge her distance from the point of descent. When she reached the top of the staircase, she inhaled, as though to suck in courage, and made her way down the steps, with the deliberation and confidence of someone who can sense the prize. She crawled down without hesitation, listening to her limbs as they felt each step, until—she was there. Standing, grin (and some relief) spreading across her face, she headed off toward whatever lay ahead.

]]> Comment on People wonder why we do this. by Audrey http://thenomadsproject.org/people-wonder-why-we-do-this/#comment-31 Audrey Fri, 02 Mar 2012 02:22:58 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=124#comment-31 Yes please! Yes please!

]]> Comment on The Asshole by Audrey http://thenomadsproject.org/the-asshole/#comment-30 Audrey Fri, 02 Mar 2012 02:00:09 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=116#comment-30 Fun story, I tried whole and ristretto and I over=foamed my milk SADFACE. Fun story, I tried whole and ristretto and I over=foamed my milk SADFACE.

]]> Comment on The Fallacy of Friendship by Karen http://thenomadsproject.org/the-fallacy-of-friendship/#comment-29 Karen Thu, 01 Mar 2012 01:03:36 +0000 http://thenomadsproject.org/?p=120#comment-29 It's creates great memories but I don't think it's a fallacy (of friendship) rather a collapsed timeframe of friendship. It’s creates great memories but I don’t think it’s a fallacy (of friendship) rather a collapsed timeframe of friendship.

]]>