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Snowboard artwork
Anyone know of any sites that have large collections of the designs on snowboards? A pretend chocolate fish to anyone who can send me cool links. I found this, which has some funky old boards; and this one, which was the closest thing to what I was looking for, all though not exactly what I…
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A note on links to other sites
If you are a regular visitor to bucketFountain, you may be aware the bulk of the links to other sites open in a new window. If you were to hover over the link prior to activating it, you will see the title tag displays “Link opens in a new window”. I use this technique so…
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Christmas in Baghdad
Talk about exotic destinations for your holidays. My friend Paul has just left Iraq after spending a few days there, including a soiree to Baghdad. He had to do a bit of fast talking to get across the border, but found people to be friendly and helpful on the whole. “Only when I saw 2…
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How times change:
To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. – Theodore Roosevelt
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Saddam captured, double standards still on the loose
Saddam captured – the promise of ‘justice’ being served to this tyrant may cause many not to consider the double standards and hypocrisy represented by this action. I heard on the news a surprised British interviewer saying that Saddam’s trial might be held in Iraq. Why was he surprised? Saddam did nothing to Britain or…
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Screaming of a white xmas
Less than a week until I hit the snow. Tash organised a seven day snowboarding sojourn to Chamonix where I will learn afresh the true meaning of pain. I have not been boarding for nearly three years, and I’ve gained about 10 kilos in that time. This weekend was mostly spent buying new gear –…
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The classy Harrods Sweatshop
Someone in the Harrods marketing department has committed something of a branding sin. In the sports section they have a shoe area that is called ‘The Sweatshop’. However, the only sign of a sweat-shop I could see was the end-product.