Borders tour? Yeah, I dunno, either.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Borders tour? Yeah, I dunno, either.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
What you and I see when looking at the illusion has more to do with the conduit between eyes and brain than with our ability to think creatively.
From The New York Times Health Section:
“What’s happening here to cause the flip is something happening entirely within the visual system,'’ said Thomas C. Toppino, chair of the department of psychology at Villanova University. “If we can understand why it is these figures reverse then we’re in a position to understand something pretty fundamental to how the visual system contributes to the conscious experience.'’
Read the whole NYT article here.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wendy Bilen has a wonderful piece about this, so I'm happy to direct you over to storySouth for her article, Hiding Harper Lee.
And for my part, I'm just here to say, "Happy Birthday, Miss Lee. And even though I hear tell that you don't like folks bringing it up--thanks again for the great read."
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Apparently, Mr. Flórez is somewhat of an operatic rabble rouser, having violated a 75-year encore ban at the Teatro alla Scala in Milan last year.
Damn opera hooligans.
Click on the pic to see the a video of the aria. Oh, go ahead. It's only 2:11 minutes.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
From the About section:
This is a scientific approach to highlight and explain stuff white people like. They are pretty predictable.
It's not really scientific, but it is funny. Stuff White People Like is authored by a 29-year-old Los Angeles copywriter, and is devoted to the exploration of just how ridiculous we all can be.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
She stands there alone, day after day, be it warm or wet, in a field behind the homes of people she does not know--spinning and slinging that saucer out across the field, far over the weeds and the holes and the chiggers.
Step, one-two-three, FLING, step-step.
Willing it to go. And it does.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I didn't fare much better in college. I probably wouldn't have passed Physical Science Lab at all, were it not for my lab partner. She's most likely still harboring a grudge against me.
It's not that I don't like science; my brain just seems to lack the sorts of slots required to stow that type of information. So I was sort of surprised that one of my favorite podcasts turns out to be all about science--WYNC's Radio Lab.
Host/Producer Jad Abumrad and Co-host Robert Krulwich explain such things as "What happens on our insides when we stand in the wrong line at the supermarket," how false even the most firmly planted of memories can be, and how an exhausted brain looks like a 14-year-old boy's room. It's just like science, only funnier.
And you won't need a TI-83 to understand it.
Download podcast episodes free from iTunes, or listen on the WNYC Radio Lab Website.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
And that's not all. I live alone. I have a cat. I'm middle-aged (sort of). When you put it all together like that, I look like the last person who would have a clue about being happy and fulfilled.
I know what it takes to make me happy.
The sight of an empty laundry hamper makes me glad. In order to attain true laundry happiness, I wash even the orphaned socks and the red, hand-wash only sweater that accentuates back fat and thus should never in good conscience be worn again.
Cake fills me with joy. If there is no cake, I will eat pie; pie is joyous enough in a pinch. Miserable people hardly ever eat enough baked goods.
I like buying new panties. Panties are just about the only item on earth virtually guaranteed to be yours and yours alone. No one will ever ask to borrow them for an extra special job interview; your children won't hover over your disintegrating and increasingly decrepit carcass in the hopes of inheriting them. (When you buy new panties, though, throw the old ones out. No one really needs emergency panties.)
Occasionally, even when I'm wearing my new panties, eating cake and surrounded with the smell of fresh laundry, I'm still not happy. Sometimes, in spite of having done everything I can think of to make myself glad, I'm just not.
And I suspect it's pretty much that way for everybody.
Because there is no secret. Or if there is, it can't be boiled down to a list, encapsulated into a song, or captured in a Powerpoint presentation. Nobody I know ever found happiness spelled out on church sign.
Or on the internet.
photo, Yale Collection of Western Americana, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library
Monday, April 14, 2008
As it turns out, my affection for sleeping is one of the few things I have going in my favor. Despite my wanton disregard for almost every other form of healthy living, I do know how to appreciate a good snooze. Recent studies in the news last week all point to the lack of sleep as being a contributor to obesity, as well as possibly increasing the risk of cancer, heart disease, and diabetes. People who sleep more have fewer emotional and mental problems, as well. When the rest of you are falling over dead because you were too busy to nap, those of us who just woke up are going to have the run of the joint.
I haven't been this happy since they told me that I don't have to worry about all that water I haven't been drinking.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Yeah, I know.
Friday, April 11, 2008
photo, Tijmen Van Dobbenburgh
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Oh, don't act so surprised. I can't even keep track of the money that I've placed directly into my checking account.
I've misplaced an expense account check.
So I was thinking that I would just eat it--just say that thirty-seven dollars (and some change) is the price I'm willing to pay for a lesson well learned.
But then Material World girl reminded me that the check would never clear the bank, and the woman from accounting would come looking for me. And then I'd have to explain why I hadn't reported to her that I had misplaced a check.
So, while thirty-seven dollars (and some change) might not be enough incentive for me to subject myself to the ire of the accounting department, I find that it is just exactly the right amount to pay me to rifle through my own garbage.
photo by Wurts Brothers of Manhattan's Central Hanover Bank vault
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Okay, that was boring.
But I guess that kind of thing is bound to happen, when you're dead set on messing with people.
Here's what they were doing this weekend, while I was at the grocery store:
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
My covers pulled up o'er my breast.
But by the time the clock strikes two
All my parts will be in view.
'Cause in the throes of the midnight sweats,
Most my parts get sopping wet.
So I pull my shirt up o'er my head;
I ditch the quilt; my clothes I shed.
I would not want my friends to see
what middle age has done to me--
When I'm so hot I do not care
what sticks out when or hangs out where.
Please, Lord, don't let me die this way,
To be found thus, the next new day,
With all exposed, and thus on view,
With nothing left to misconstrue.
I beg you, Lord, when I must go,
Give me time to adjust my clothes.
Before my last breathe takes its leave
and I'm left out for all to see.
Monday, April 7, 2008
1. My good friend Holly Ruth had a birthday on the 2nd of January, but because I forget her birthday every single year, she probably doesn't even think I know when her birthday is. I suspect that anyone whose birthday falls before even the most diligent of us have replaced our calendars should have grown used to having their birthday overlooked. Now, however, Ruthie will not only realize that I am aware of her birthday, she will also--within the span of a couple of paragraphs--have good reason to be offended if I continue to neglect to recognize her birthday.
2. I think I also forgot to assess my property; but then again, I may have remembered to do it, but just can't remember having done it. There's no way to be sure without calling someone. First, I'll have to figure out who to call and then I'll need to find out if they have already spoken with me. No wonder state employees are so short-tempered.
3. I forgot my friend John's birthday. I almost always remember to send John a birthday email at his office. John and Holly Ruth are married people, and as soon as she sees that I always remember John's birthday--but forget hers--I will probably have some explaining to do.
photo, Clara Natoli
Friday, April 4, 2008
Since my GPS arrived, I haven't wanted to travel so far as the mailbox without it. I like that it tells me how late I'm going to be for work, and I find it fascinating (and revealing) that the interminable last bit of road before reaching the turnoff to the house measures a mere 2.7 miles (I would have supposed it to be closer to 27). I still can't see the turnoff if it happens to be after sundown, but I think having someone (or more accurately, something) tell me that I've missed it may very well have changed my life.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Recently--and completely by accident--I discovered the slang for a particular portion of the anatomy for which I was not aware slang existed.
Furthermore, I cannot, by any stretch of my by-now inflexible imagination, come up with a single instance during which anyone without a medical degree would have occasion to address this part by name.
Just when I'm thinking I've got the world all figured out, somebody goes and invents a whole new body part.
I'm not even using all the parts I already knew about.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Completely unlike the sort of observation practiced by Sonya Worthy on her blog, People Reading.
And you know what? Some people are reading. Books!
Each post features a photo of a reader and his or her book. Sonya might ask the readers what they think of the books they're reading now and why they chose them, their favorite books of all time, their childhood favorites, or what they would write about if they were authors. These are not complicated questions, but the responses aren't always what you would expect.
I can't tell you how happy reading this blog about other people reading makes me feel. Happy--and hungry for a new book.
photo, Sonya Worthy.