Off topic.

You know what I've always wanted to do?
I've wanted to farm apples.
Not a general farm, but a farm with every kind of apple tree I could possible grow in Vermont. I'd have a greenhouse for apples that need certain temperatures and fields of apples that grow well, like Juna Golds and Juna Macs. Maybe even get my hands on a Winter Banana tree.
It's a bit of a weird dream, wanting a farm in an economy that seems to be killing them off so fast... but I want that satisfaction of waking up in the morning and looking out on my various apple trees. Living together and bearing different fruit at different times, all of them delicious. All the flowers in the spring and the green leaves, the work and the smell of fresh dirt and clean air... and then the autumn monotony of apples. The almost lipstick smell of Pink Ladies and the sweet smell of Red Delicious with the sour of Granny Smith. The taste of first season apples, every season, all the way into November.
So maybe in twenty years or so, shoot me an e-mail with your address. Maybe I'll send you some fresh apples.

Fishi Slideshow.

... I don't know fish but they look cool.