Monthly Archives: June 2004

In the Raw

Roxanne’s is a restaurant where they take sustainable eating to whole new level —

Living foods are the key to our health and longevity. They allow our bodies to perform as they were meant to . . .

The dishes at Roxanne’s are pure, elegant and full of life. Our ingredients are all natural and organic. Our produce, fresh fruits, exotic herbs and edible flowers are from our own 3-acre garden, or from other small, local sustainable farmers and producers . . .

Just as our organic cuisine supports a more sustainable planet, our restaurant’s construction and interior design were driven by this principle. All of the wood used in the construction of the restaurant is either recycled, or certified sustainably harvested by the Forest Stewardship council, the most stringent certification organization. The front trellis is made from salvaged windfall Sonoma County Cypress. The racks in the wine room are being built from recycled cedar . . .

Anyone want to go out to eat? :)

Happy Birthday, Karen!

I’m up first and I didn’t get to do fun birthday things this weekend, so I get to put up the Happy Birthday message. Ha! Here, for Karen’s birthday, is a very random site with a picture of a scary guy, information about people named “Chris,” and everything you want to know about people born on June 14th. Something for everyone.

Punctuation is important.

A while back, I was talking to Steve about an example of how punctuation can make all the difference. Share and enjoy.

UPDATE: I originally posted this with just the link, but linkrot set in and made it less than useful. To avoid that again, I’m going to post the examples here. Note the effect of punctuation on meaning:

Dear John
I want a man who knows what love is all about.
You are generous, kind, thoughtful.
People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior.
You have ruined me for other men.
I yearn for you.
I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart.
I can be forever happy – will you let me be yours?


Dear John
I want a man who knows what love is.
All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you.
Admit to being useless and inferior.
You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn.
For you, I have no feelings whatsoever.
When we’re apart, I can be forever happy.
Will you let me be?


Unexpected Knitting

Karen sent me this “article on Debbie New”:, a woman who creates unusual artwork by knitting.

_When two of Debbie New’s grandchildren visited Upper Canada Village, a park depicting pioneer life just east of Cornwall, Ont., a lady in period costume spinning wool asked them, “Does your grandma knit?”_

_…Their grandmother knitted teacups, a lace coracle (a small seaworthy boat), a 20-by-12-by-7-foot labyrinth, a ‘cellular automaton’ shawl and — the latest project taking up space in Ms. New’s dining room in Waterloo, Ont. — a free-standing grandfather clock, which ticks._