You could hear the distant crack of the explosives echoing off the brick facade of the neighborhood. The distinctive whirr and pop of the ammunition. Sometimes a barrage would go off all at once and dogs would bark in the distance. There were loud explosions all over the sky, they would light up the city in a brief flash of light. It was dangerous to fly low in this environment. Even driving a personnel transport down the street you risked being hit by it or at least driving over some of the spent casings. The stacatto noises filled the night sky. Only the profiteers who made the explosives were sleeping soundly tonight.

In my experience there are the naysayers and the yaysayers. The naysayers say everything couldn’t be worse whereas the yaysayers say everything couldn’t be better. The trick is to be a little bit of both and not too much of either.

So, coming back to Denver for a couple weeks after 6 months, I drive back in my Golf TDI expecting to be able to fuel up with some B20. But no! There are not more biodiesel stations now, there are fewer! Apparently Offen Petroleum doesn’t sell it at the moment and although Blue Sun says they’re going to open up 10 more filling stations in a week-and-a-half, the closest place I can get biodiesel is now further away in Commerce City! Yaargh! Luckily I bought some 5 gallon diesel containers so I don’t have to fuel up too often. Still, what a pain in the ass. This is exactly the kind of thing that needs to go in Fried Fuel.

Colorado, specifically a company in Colorado by the name of Blue Sun, seems to be leading the way in biodiesel production and—just as importantly—distribution in the form of public fueling stations.

http://www.greencarcongress.com/2005/05/blue_sun_plans_.html

I figure it’s safe to blow off some steam here, so here goes:

I hate my apartment. It’s spacious, I have it all to myself, but here are some of the things I just can’t stand:

1. The NOISE. I will absolutely without a doubt live next in a place that has less noise. This is divided into sub-categories:

2. Traffic. Busses, trucks, obnoxious “cool” cars, extremely loud motorcycles, deafening stereo bass booming “gangstas,” the emergency vehicles that go by at least once every hour. The only relief I get is once or twice a year when they shut down the streets for marathons and runs. Aah! So peaceful!

Can you ever feel fate pass you over?

Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

Benjamin Franklin

There are no problems; only situations which allow us to be creative.

Philip Rosenberg-Watt

It’s so quiet, you can hear the pain in the air.