Follow that Rope

The Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam is under construction, so the exhibit is currently housed in the Hermitage Museum. I followed the map (iPhone’s Maps) to the museum that’s under construction where they are still selling tickets. When they gave me the tickets they told me to follow the rope and pointed up. I looked up and saw a red rope wrapping around the building. I thought this might lead to a map.

When I got to the other side of the building, I saw the rope extending out through the city, stretching between buildings, trees, and lights — criss-crossing streets and rivers — turning corners, hopefully leading to where I might find the exhibit. I’m sure I looked like an idiot walking down the street, staring up at this red rope. The path stretched over three miles — and not in a straight line. It seems like an idea one of my kids would have come up with but that never would have gone anywhere in the US. Props to Amsterdam for making it happen.

Passport Photos

On a trip to Amsterdam last week, I was reminded how truly horrible my passport photo is. We were in New York and I had to renew my passport. I was directed to a little shop down the street. I have no idea what this shop actually sold, but the man at the counter was somewhat willing to take a passport photo. He didn’t use any words but gestured for me to sit on a chair against the wall. As I turn and move to sit on the stool I hear the camera click. I froze, hunched over, somewhere between sitting and standing. By the time I realized it was no longer necessary for me to finish sitting, he pulled the photo out of the camera and walked over to the register. The whole process took about two minutes — how’s that for great service?

Chimeras

We’ve been working on Chimeras for quite a while now, so it’s good to finally have something to show for it…

Help us spread the word and, if you like it, you can preorder them here.

After filming the video, Conrad looked at us and asked, “So, are we getting any money for this?” I told him that it was a fair question — and a good question — but that he wasn’t getting paid. He paused for a second and asked a follow-up question, “Then why are we doing it?”

New York Mormon

So, I’m buying a car and the salesman asks where I lived before Oregon. I told him New York and he asked if I was a Yankee’s fan. I, of course, told him that I was a Red Sox fan. He gave me a strange look and said, “That’s like being from Utah and not being a Mormon.”

Fresh Air


If the car is parked in the sun for a bit and it gets a little warm inside, Harper urgently tells us to turn on the air conditioner by saying, “Turn on the fresh air.” I’ve always liked the cooler and wetter climate of the Pacific Northwest, and, apparently Harper is a fan as well. On a recent trip to Utah, we walked outside and Harper started moaning, “Turn on the fresh air.”

I’m assuming she meant getting into a car, then turning on the air conditioner.

Hi Rick,

Sorry about the first name basis, but I still can’t bring myself to use your last name. Quick question: is your website supposed to look like this?


Is it meant to be an expression of how far to the right you are — differentiate yourself from all those left-aligned or centrist websites out there?

Sincerely,
Rich