Blog of Josh Hall

Next time you’re with a friend on top of Mount Washington looking down at the fountain at point state park, ask them how many rivers there are.  If they’re completely clueless of pittsburgh’s history, I could see someone saying just 2, assuming that either the mon or the allegheny river just flow into the other.  If they said 3, they’re still wrong.  It’s straight out of a DaVinci code or Nationaly Treasure plotline, but the fountain is actually supplied by an underground water souce.  I’ve always known this, but a recent article in the paper reminded me of that fact.  So the real answer would be 4 rivers would be in plain sight.

for more on the under ground "river" – http://www.clpgh.org/exhibit/neighborhoods/point/point_n77.html

Finally got around to uploading the Mp3s from the shows at Robinson Clubhouse and Club Cafe.  They’re in the download section to the left and also on the myspace page.

Vending machines should have some sort of confirmation step.  All I have is bills, so i have to stick in $2 for the brown sugar pop tarts that cost $1.10 there in E2.  But as I press the buttons and hear the mechanical contraption spin and whirl, It’s the $1.85 ho-hos that are being spun to me.  BAH.  That was F2 for the pop tarts.  crap.  Vending machines are the devil anyway.

Growing up, we had this garden of sorts in the back yard.  It was about…40 feet by 25 feet.  I barely remember what we grew in it, I think i remember some lettuce or cauliflower rows, but I know I remember the strawberry section we had right next to the shed.  We had a little fencing thing around it to keep animals from eating them.  I use to love to sneak a strawberry or two.  wow, I must have been like 6 and I remember that pretty well.

I also remember going over Bruce Watson’s old house and seeing his garden.  Man, that was a sight to behold.  He had at least an acre or two of solid garden on the hill of his backyard.  If you don’t know, Bruce is a main character in the story of my childhood, whether he knows it or not.  But he’d tell stories about how he’d stand on his back porch early in the morning and raise his arms out and shout to his garden, "GARDEN!  GROW!  PLANTS!  GROW!" and that is what he attributed the success of his garden to.

To the point and sentiment/reminiscing aside, I want a garden at my house.  More to the point, a green house.  Not just any green house though, think Big Top Pee-Wee’s greenhouse.  I want it to be techy, of course.  Finger print entry, automated sprinklers, temperature and moisture regulators, hydroponic solutions, the works.  I want to be able to go get fresh fruits, vegetables, etc anytime I want.  I’m certainly not against working in the greenhouse, I’d actually love to take care of plants like that.  I’d just want to be able to live off veggies and fruits if a nuclear holocaust were to happen, ya know?  It’s like my own plan B. 

 Next post I’ll talk about the moat and electric fence surrounding the property…

L is for the immediate redirection your life takes
When you need to make the immediate left
But you made the right and slammed on your brakes.

O is the infinite loop and you can’t get out
You’re covering the ground you’ve already covered
No tangents here, just a round about.

V points the direction, which is currently down
or maybe it’s for the really sharp turn that usually comes up
Either way, watch out for it, and the signs that abound.

E is for emo, an emo kid like me
who sits and thinks of words to rhyme
that spell love in the form of poetry.