reclamation project

Lunch time

I’m having lunch with my wife today. Notice I continue to say wife, because neither of us has done anything about the divorce paperwork in weeks. In months actually. I haven’t done anything because I don’t want a divorce. Why she hasn’t taken the time to finish the legalities of it all I can only speculate on. Time, she doesn’t have any. No time, no money, no place of her own. Except this one, the one I occupy.

I also have a second date with the 24 year old tonight. She blew me off Sunday, had something to do with her mother, allegedly. That’s cool, no worries. We will get dinner together, maybe go to the park and I will attempt to define our relationship going forward. I would like to date one person semi regularly. Once or twice a week. Just something to look forward to. 42 spent the night this past weekend. It was uncomfortable. The sex was ok, but I’m just not that into her. She’s been passive aggressive all week via text. I am not down with that. Probably break it off with her today or tomorrow. Had drinks with 51 last night. She’s smart, attractive, has her act together. So of course I’m not that into her. I seem to want a reclamation project. Like the one who’s 48 and living with someone not her husband. We are having lunch today, it’s a start.


Anvil: Metal On Metal (1982)

Anvil: everyone’s favorite heavy metal reclamation project (thanks largely to this incredible documentary), released their most famous, or shall I say “signature” album, Metal On Metal, 35 years ago this month.

But Anvil’s sophomore attempt was “out of time” upon arrival: too late to partake in the late ‘70s hard rock scene (though they’d tried anyway with their 1981 debut), too far (and wrong continent) to latch onto the New Wave of British Heavy Metal, and too early for the subsequent thrash metal craze.

Sure enough, every one of these potential safe harbors are stops but not destinations on Metal On Metal – whether its the meat-head-banging delights of the title track, Japanese monster-mash of “Mothra,” straightforward rocking of “Stop Me,” amusingly named instrumental “March of the Crabs,” or the cartoonish Satan worshiping speed metal of “666.”

There are also several sexually suggestive leftovers from the pre-Anvil S&M-themed project Lips, namely the nippy “Jackhammer,” plodding “Tag Team,” and Ted Nugent-cloning “Tease Me, Please Me” – but at least they offer additional showcases of Robb Reiner’s amazing percussive talents.

Ultimately, I think my All-Music Guide buddy Steve Huey nailed Anvil’s dilemma when he compared them to England’s similarly pioneering Raven (and I’ll throw in New York’s The Rods, as well), who would also quickly lose their way and fall between the cracks of heavy metal’s dominant run throughout the 1980s.

For Anvil, Metal on Metal was as good as it got, short of their 15 minutes of documentary fame, decades later.

More Anvil: Hard ‘n’ Heavy.

Agnes Denes: Tree Mountain — A Living Time Capsule (1996), Finland. A massive earthwork and reclamation project where a “mountain” was built on the site of an old gravel quarry volunteers from different countries planted 11,000 Finnish Pine trees in an intricate pattern designed by Denes. The volunteers were then each given inheritable certificates (valid for 400 years) which granted them responsibility for the stewardship of one of the trees. 


It’s Throwback Thursday in the Great Plains Region, and today, we’re taking a look back at the Garden City Project, which was constructed and managed before the Bureau of Reclamation came to be, back in 1907. At that time, Reclamation was called the United States Reclamation Service (USRS).

The project serviced 10,677 acres of irrigable land, and enabled farmers throughout the region to produce high-quality crops. 

The Secretary of the Interior on Wednesday decided against releasing water down the Trinity River to ensure the survival of the salmon runs expected this month.  The virtual trickle of water is low, too warm, and clogged with moss, while corporate farms in California’s Central Valley are receiving the government subsidized water.  The people of the Hoopa Valley Tribe and Yurok Tribe on the Trinity-Klamath Rivers are very worried that they will face another massive fish kill, as happened in 2002 under the same conditions.

anonymous asked:

"Don't invade our safe spaces!" The aphobes cry, as they blindly follow someone who is invading multiple spaces she has no reason being in. Like, you can hate me for being a "cishet" all you want but at least I am exactly who I claim to be. I'm so glad she's gone so that my crops can finally start to flourish and my skin can clear

The 💖 emoji reclamation project can now begin
The Movie That's Ready To Make "Bro" Less Of A Bad Word
Richard Linklater's '80s-set college movie is the coziest bawdy jock comedy you'll see all year.
By Alison Willmore

The best player on the 1980 Texas college baseball team lovingly depicted in Everybody Wants Some is a senior named Glen McReynolds, a guy who looks like he walked right off a faded Topps card and into a keg party. Played by former Teen Wolf star Tyler Hoechlin, Glen has the bulgiest muscles, the most luxuriant mustache, and the shit-eating grin of a guy who’s sure he’s going to go on as a pro athlete, that his life is going to become even more sweet than it already is. He’s introduced by almost caving in a kitchen ceiling with the waterbed he’s been setting up in the room above. He grinds every newcomer — including freshman main character Jake (Blake Jenner) — into the dirt to establish his dominance, and he handles losing very, very poorly. He’s the distilled essence of sporty douchebaggery.

But during a lazy afternoon hang-out around the baseball team houses (a pair of much-abused buildings donated by the city to house its players), Glen proposes a bet: wielding an axe as a baseball bat, he can cut a baseball in half midair. The teammate who takes up his wager tosses the ball, and as Glen hefts the axe above his shoulder and whirls it around, the movie slows down as if — like everyone else there — it can’t help but admire the easy certainty with which he pulls of this feat of strength and accuracy. Glen may be a asshole, but he’s enthralling in his physical magnificence, and in that moment, you can’t help but like him, even as he smirkingly offers to go two out of three.

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The global demand for plain old sand is so high that mafias around the world are killing and dying for the stuff.

Though the supply might seem endless, sand is a finite resource like any other. The worldwide construction boom of recent years—all those mushrooming megacities, from Lagos to Beijing—is devouring unprecedented quantities; extracting it is a $70 billion industry. In Dubai enormous land-reclamation projects and breakneck skyscraper-building have exhausted all the nearby sources. Exporters in Australia are literally selling sand to Arabs.

MORE: The Deadly Global War for Sand


Justin Bieber’s Reclamation Project Begins with ‘Where Are U Now’

#itstartswithaSEED: BLM Works with Partners to Grow Seed at Welch Ranch

Big payoffs for Greater Sage-Grouse habitat restoration may come as tiny seeds with roots from Sheridan, Wyoming. Native plants replaced alfalfa on an acre of land at the Welch Ranch, managed by BLM’s Buffalo Field Office, to test the ranch as a native plant research and development facility.

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