I was scrolling through the babies r us website and came across the premium furniture collection. I had never seen this section before so I curiously clicked into it and found these.
For a mere $350-700 you can start training your kid to have an eye for mod furniture.
Too much! I don't even have furniture that nice. Playing house just got a little too cool for me.
Today, partly on a whim and partly because I've been wanting to for a long time, I cut my hair. More specifically, Alia cut my hair and gave me full-on-all-the-way-across-my-forehead bangs.
It's a bit drastic, I know, but not as drastic as something that would warrant the reaction I got from Jason. He HATED them! Still does.
To that I want to say : Deal with it, but sadly can't.
I know I look different and considerably so, but I'm still the same person.
Needless to say, although my haircut was free, it cost me many, many tears.
I like them, as uneven as they may be, and hope to wear them for a while to come.
Hopefully he'll get over it, for as much as he says that they're the least flattering thing I could have done to myself.
This was in an article in The Economist a coworker forwarded me:
"As one of the most prominent female
baby-boomers, Mrs Clinton is whatever people want to see in her. She is lionised by feminists and demonised by cookie-baking traditionalists."
Oh my, what would a cookie-baking feminist see?
I have a few oddballs this week that I feel I must explain.
First, for all you non-science-nerds Wednesday and Friday's pictured depict what few of us take part in during "down time". The first is an eppy-bomb encased in a larger tube for safety reasons (gosh that sounds super nerdy). An eppy-bomb is a small tube filled to capacity with dry ice. As the dry ice sublimates (believe me we have countless observers) the pressure builds up until the lid is literally blown off. The second is part of a series of "peep experiments" (there is much research in this field) where you subject the little guys to endless torture. Here it's going under the pressure test and, as previously observed by other groups, it grows to about double its size.
Although I understand the need to de-stress, I must clarify that I did not take part in any of these activities. Simply, I was an observer/recorder of such events.
The rest are a few pictures of the somewhat spring we are having around here. The magnolias/cherry blossoms (not pictured) are out but the winter coats are still lingering about. I think this year we'll just plunge right into summer. Here you see the mini LOVE sculpture on campus -- it's larger and rather famous sibbling (by Robert Indiana) is near city hall in JFK plaza/love park -- and the Rodin musseum with The Thinker at it's entrance.
Finally, my Saturday picture is the scene from the Walt Whitman Bridge (which turns 50 this year) and boy is it dreary. Sorry Megan, although not always the case, your hometown is dreary.
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| Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real" |
 You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love. You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!) Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get |
In this (un)Brave New World Humor seems at times dead. Saddly, it is often confused for sarcasm, apathy, ill will... Who's to blame the authorities for over reacting? I mean, Mooninites are a terrorizing force not to be reckoned with. Their two highest ranking (and possibly only) members have admited countless times to schemes towards world domination. To Ignignokt and Err the earth is but their moon.
In all seriousness though, these things (~60 in Philly alone) have been around for more than two weeks! If they were truly intended as a terror plot we'd all be dead by now, or at least seriously injured. Over reaction is just covering up for apparent incompetence.
Then there's the claim that this is just another example of "corporate greed" and guerrilla advertising. In this environment of branding and "consumer greed", what else is new? For a limited time, or until ebay finds out, you can own a piece of terror yourself. Place bids here.
A friend from work sent me this article as a joke. With the one year anniversary of the Katrina disaster around the corner and all the dredged up shit with Iraq (not to mention all the other issues we must try to convince our simple minds to understand/ignore) I can't help but think that politically our nation is a GOOD WIFE WHO ALWAYS KNOWS HER PLACE. How dare you America to question your master's judgement and his fair and truthful will?
Make a sock monkey of course! What? You thought they should be worn?
I know he's missing a mouth but everytime I make him one he looks really silly (er).
Believe me, this is a real US dollar. I love how he's placidly eating the leaves. It took me a while to stop laughing and figure that it was a sticker strategically placed over Washington's face. It looks pretty real in person.
This is one dollar I'll be saving.
Last night I convinced Jason to go to Unsilent Night with me. It was really, really cold out but it was worth it. So, this guy Phil Klein, who calls himself a composer, puts his "ethereal" music on tapes and then distributes them to all that bring their boom-boxes. Who knew those still existed. There are 4 versions of the tapes -- each playing a different part of the composed piece. When he says go, all press play and begin to march along the streets of Philadelphia. It was truly a great experience in that it makes the city streets seem somewhat absurd. Here are all these people of different ages and walks of life marching to this music (here is what it sounds like) and you'd think they came out of nowhere. There was some sort of harmonious disonance to it all. We especially enjoyed the startled and sometimes annoyed faces of those standing by.
Yesterday, after a long and agonizing process my ficus tree died. In order to commemorate it's short life I decided to give it the honor of replacing my holiday tree. Besides, I wasn't really planning on getting a christmas tree this year. So, I brought out my ornament and produced what you see pictured. At first I was thrilled. I think christmas ornaments can be one of the most beautiful things you can pull out in the mist of so much dreary and cold grayness. But, much to my dismay, the final product was nothing like what I had envisioned.
So, you be the judge.
Is my tree:
A) a sorry attempt, as well as miserable failure, at being crafty in a "Design on a Dime" sort of way (most things on that show are miserable failures)
B)"the poor man's tree"
C) a tree that Nightmare Before Christmas' Jack would
have loved
Go Here.
I was at first taken aback. I thought Paper Source was a bit snooty at times (I guess more crafty than snooty). But now they have earned my total respect.
