11.28.2005
baby steps to blowing my mind.
I fell asleep reading an article that began, "SCIENTISTS HAVE CREATED THE FIRST MOLECULE THAT CAN MOVE IN A STRAIGHT LINE BY ITSELF ON A FLAT SURFACE BY MIMICKING HOW A PERSON WALKS" (this link only takes you to the google search of a Sci Am subscribers site, which I haven't bothered to do but you can still witness some of it.)
I kept thinking that I must not have been fully comprehending what it was trying to say because its just totally nuts. Shoot me in the head and call me an old woman because I can't deal with the reality that the molecules in my body can just walk off the job if they eventually learn to "mimick the way a person talks".
so in other walking news, but not really, just not wanting to post twice having not posted for a while-- I have been looking at some old family slides. It is blowing my mind that after thirty years of witnessing my own cute toddlertude on the wall, that I am now at the age my parents were in these pics! And while my mom was more fit than I am (after already having popped out 4 kids!) I am much more young for my age than she was. She wasn't blogging, taking retarded pictures for selfportaittuesday, and drinking alot of beajolais noveau (sp). umm.
I began thinking how the family needs have gotten so amped for much fewer kids. We had an old woodie stationwagon for a while. But we also had a VW bug, and old brown chevette, a Datsun, and a Chevy Eurosport. With the exception of our stationwagon our family never remotely owned anything SUVish. Friends I have now who are anticipating kids or have them all have Jeep Wranglers, subarus, or are trading in two-doors certainly, but sometimes sedans for hugely roomy cars as if its impossible otherwise. I guess once you have 5 kids, you can never afford to take the whole family anywhere. Don't kidseats fit in cars?
11.22.2005
my daily bread
I have been getting my hands on a lot of cable tv. Predominantly the food network where I caught some friends in a halloween cake contest. Pretty dogonne awesome. It followed by a chocolate sculpture contest. I wasn't aware of the built-in action/suspense of moving food. Then I got sucked into the 1990 phenomenon that is so over: Iron chef. That floored me. I want to podcast this channel. I will have to check up on it. In my moment of cable tv fantasy I pictured myself against this asian cooking king and it just so happens that the magic ingredient is spinach (my specialty). He manages to make some paltry seaweed sushi wrap from it and a couple other exotic uses, but I stick with the basics: salad, sammich, stirfry, pie, burger (haven't tried this one yet).
11.15.2005
11.10.2005
the financial speculum
We can't make any amendents. See he's not able to show you tricks.
Let me break down the 2004 penalties for you again, since I know you're a math genius.
You could've saved a lot of income tax by buying a house.
You play tennis? I can probably kick your ass.
[takes an urgent call from wife about kids soccer practice]
I like my free time [By which I meant I like autonomy.]
Are you TRYING to get any new work?
[wrapping up]
Maybe you'll find a rich husband
I prefer the lottery.
[shaking hands, concluding the visit is free cuz:]
I like you, maybe its cause you play tennis
[in my head:]
I like you too, cause you're an asshole.
And I really do. I left feeling financially flushed and rejuvinated to spank the pavement hard! I need that kind of brutal coaching. Its true, I'm not a math genius. When he starts explaining the figures to me, I look at it and my brain just goes wack until he shuts up and I nod. I have noo patience. I have taxlexia!
Let me break down the 2004 penalties for you again, since I know you're a math genius.
You could've saved a lot of income tax by buying a house.
You play tennis? I can probably kick your ass.
[takes an urgent call from wife about kids soccer practice]
I like my free time [By which I meant I like autonomy.]
Are you TRYING to get any new work?
[wrapping up]
Maybe you'll find a rich husband
I prefer the lottery.
[shaking hands, concluding the visit is free cuz:]
I like you, maybe its cause you play tennis
[in my head:]
I like you too, cause you're an asshole.
And I really do. I left feeling financially flushed and rejuvinated to spank the pavement hard! I need that kind of brutal coaching. Its true, I'm not a math genius. When he starts explaining the figures to me, I look at it and my brain just goes wack until he shuts up and I nod. I have noo patience. I have taxlexia!
11.09.2005
insanequest
11.02.2005
its clobbering time
I am a free agent. I switch teams(/sports) on MY terms. Its clear that I am a nonvital fairweather football player now. I got a call last Saturday requesting my presence in the threat of a forfeit($75 team penalty). "you can leave after the game starts" was my high sign. Even my mom told me to get some skin if I was gonna play with these pups. sheesh.
When I had an opportunity to join a less than JV volleyball league near me I jumped at the chance. That brings my winter league totals to over $100 not counting indoor tennis. Its cheaper and healthier than drinking right? I have devoted more than half of my free time to these team related sports. I imagined the winter would be a cold solitary photo-taking/music-playing tortured artist existence. But I guess this is really what I need. I haven't let myself dissect it.
So we got pretty crushed on our first night. s'okay, they were the best team. I thought I would impart some court wisdom. Especially since one of my largest site draws is "kickball strategy" (sorry you've come to the wrong place).
1. If you fear that you aren't able to make the play thats about to happen, (in any sense of a sport)just do SOMEthing. Flinching and standing still gives you much worse cred that hitting a ball with your boob that then hits you in the face.
2. Two is better than none. Don't try to perform a 'number 1' by saying that you thought someone else had a play. clunk heads like coconuts if necessary. again its about the cred.
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