The oversized rabbits of Valdez, Alaska: from invasive specie to unofficial mascot.
Verdant and breathtaking as much of Alaska might be, the Last Frontier is no great shakes when it comes to biodiversity. Such is the nature of boreal forests in general: they typically host few varieties of tree species, although the ones that thrive are as abundant as one might expect in a mostly uninhabited, vast
Roadside vegetable market update: still sexy produce. But less subtle.
Keeping my tradition of singling out particularly smart business models, I’ll shift my focus away from the previous article’s burgeoning ice cream chain Kilwin’s and, this time, return my camera’s lens to an old standby: a roadside produce stand off State Route 1 (Coastal Highway) in southern Delaware. I say “return” because I visited this
Fro-yo free fall: how a once surging business model can stabilize, by marginalizing itself.
Singling out an apparently unsuccessful business is even too cruel for a cad like me—especially when the business is still functional. (I have no problem conducting an entrepreneurial post-mortem though.) That said, since the business in question here not only is still operating but was in operation while I shot these pics, I have to
Glamping as a commodity: if the concept has reached rural Alaska, it’s gone mainstream.
Perhaps I’m a bit late to the party, but I only heard of the neologism glamping about five years ago. The spellcheck service I use for writing my articles does not seem to recognize it. But Merriam-Webster does, and it claims that glamping came into currency around the year 2005. So it seems I’m a
Staircases can be sexist: when the design of stairs is a hazard to high heels.
Of all the keywords used to organize my blog posts by topic, the number one by far is “signage”. The keyword (under my menu bar “Topics”) yields 193 separate articles. Given the aspirations of this blog, it’s a hard subject to avoid: one of the key elements of a human-conceived, built environment is that critical,
Bluff Road in Indianapolis: a formerly rural lane earns a makeshift sidewalk, courtesy of John Q Public.
Those who have followed my blog for years know that I don’t shy away from the humblest, most seemingly banal topics. I probably indulge myself at the cost of readership that I might otherwise earn through splashier, more provocative subject matter. But I can’t help it. More often than not, these humdrum settings are simply
Louisville’s historic Peterson-Dumesnil House: for disabled access, the devil is in the details.
Those of us who came of age in the 1990s probably have vague memories of a world before the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), even if we weren’t cognizant of its passage under the Bush (Senior) administration almost exactly thirty-one years ago. I can vaguely remember starting to see the handicapped symbol appear far more
And now I’m on Minds.
A few months ago, I quietly added my blog’s updates to Minds.com, my first real serious foray into alternative tech. I’m still not sure I’ve bought into the general political tone and tenor of the site, but I certainly recognize the need to diversify across platforms. And I’ve made reference at least once to clear
Typography as branding strategy—an art form where small biz gives us the best. And worst.
I’m hardly the most well-versed person in typography —far less than a good old friend of mine who runs a burgeoning podcast on tales of the supernatural—but I enjoyed computer fonts enough as a child that I can still recognize some of the most prevalent ones from the late 80s up to the mid 90s.
Springfield Town Center: a successful mall innovation still shows sutures in the skinsuit.
By this point in the Tweaking Twenties, it’s hard think of any time during the week that a shopping mall would ever be jam-packed, so Thursday at 7:30 pm is just as good of a time as any. For the Springfield Town Center, the image below is probably typical for a summer weekday evening. Not
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The oversized rabbits of Valdez, Alaska: from invasive specie to unofficial mascot.
Verdant and breathtaking as much of Alaska might be, the Last Frontier is no great shakes when it comes to biodiversity. Such is the nature of boreal forests in general: they typically host
Roadside vegetable market update: still sexy produce. But less subtle.
Keeping my tradition of singling out particularly smart business models, I’ll shift my focus away from the previous article’s burgeoning ice cream chain Kilwin’s and, this time, return my camera’s lens to an
Fro-yo free fall: how a once surging business model can stabilize, by marginalizing itself.
Singling out an apparently unsuccessful business is even too cruel for a cad like me—especially when the business is still functional. (I have no problem conducting an entrepreneurial post-mortem though.) That said, since
Glamping as a commodity: if the concept has reached rural Alaska, it’s gone mainstream.
Perhaps I’m a bit late to the party, but I only heard of the neologism glamping about five years ago. The spellcheck service I use for writing my articles does not seem to
Staircases can be sexist: when the design of stairs is a hazard to high heels.
Of all the keywords used to organize my blog posts by topic, the number one by far is “signage”. The keyword (under my menu bar “Topics”) yields 193 separate articles. Given the aspirations
Bluff Road in Indianapolis: a formerly rural lane earns a makeshift sidewalk, courtesy of John Q Public.
Those who have followed my blog for years know that I don’t shy away from the humblest, most seemingly banal topics. I probably indulge myself at the cost of readership that I might
Louisville’s historic Peterson-Dumesnil House: for disabled access, the devil is in the details.
Those of us who came of age in the 1990s probably have vague memories of a world before the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), even if we weren’t cognizant of its passage under
And now I’m on Minds.
A few months ago, I quietly added my blog’s updates to Minds.com, my first real serious foray into alternative tech. I’m still not sure I’ve bought into the general political tone and tenor
Typography as branding strategy—an art form where small biz gives us the best. And worst.
I’m hardly the most well-versed person in typography —far less than a good old friend of mine who runs a burgeoning podcast on tales of the supernatural—but I enjoyed computer fonts enough as
Springfield Town Center: a successful mall innovation still shows sutures in the skinsuit.
By this point in the Tweaking Twenties, it’s hard think of any time during the week that a shopping mall would ever be jam-packed, so Thursday at 7:30 pm is just as good
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- on The oversized rabbits of Valdez, Alaska: from invasive specie to unofficial mascot.: “Or flying rats (Canada geese).” Sep 24, 06:54
- on The oversized rabbits of Valdez, Alaska: from invasive specie to unofficial mascot.: “I’d take cute rabbits over nasty rats any day!” Sep 23, 11:57
- on The oversized rabbits of Valdez, Alaska: from invasive specie to unofficial mascot.: “I have a sneaking suspicion your last question hits the nail on the head. To be fair, the Valdez winters…” Sep 23, 08:19
- on The oversized rabbits of Valdez, Alaska: from invasive specie to unofficial mascot.: “On my visit to Valdez, I was charmed by the bunnies. Although I never got one to get close enough…” Sep 20, 18:28
- on Fro-yo free fall: how a once surging business model can stabilize, by marginalizing itself.: “Agreed, I think there was a certain novelty to the complete freedom you get with most fro-yo places to set…” Sep 11, 14:34
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