While flipping through this book’s table of contents, I noticed some of it was a bit… shall we say, odd. Restoring natives to suburbia The vital new role of the suburban garden No place to hide Who cares about biodiversity? No, seriously, who really gives a fuck about biodiversity? I don’t even care about biodiversity, [...]
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Plants are people too.
Posted in the rhyming Becktionary, tagged some say I have too much time on my hands on July 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Score one for literacy.
Posted in the rhyming Becktionary, tagged being obsessive-compulsive, reading for fun and profit on June 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In watching I want to say it was the Daily Show, it was commented that people don’t read as much anymore. (In fairness, it’s commented in a lot of places that people don’t read as much anymore.) “Not true,” said I, “I read 74 books last year.” “You did not,” said my father. “Really? Seventy-four?” [...]
