Saturday, January 31, 2009

And this is attractive how?


"and blue Irish eyes put there by a smutty finger..." (Taken at the Flood, by Agatha Christie)

Apparently this is preferable to eyes that were placed in their sockets with clean hands.

English is weird.

Take for example the word "weird". If memory serves the word comes from the Old English word wyrd, meaning fate, or destiny.
Oh, here's another one: because. That one's a little tricky to define without actually using the word "because", but I've done it...
You know where because came from?
Well, it's etymology is steeped-or may I say, shrouded- in thick clouds of mystery. No one really knows for sure, but I have read one account that attributes the origin of the word to a man in a Nordic tribe about to go a' viking.
Said man, one Svet Björnik by name, when asked why he left his faithful Nordic crow Bji behind, replied with these immortal words: "Bji caws."

Not really.
I made that up.
I think it's actually Elisabethen and is a contraction of "be the cause" or something. Which isn't nearly as interesting as my definition...

But there really was a Nordic crow, however. Unfortunately, they died off along time ago.
Couldn't keep up with the the whole sandwich demand.

I made that up, too.

You're very gullible today.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Episode #-17: The Polar Bear Run

Brrr...
-3 deg. Fahrenheit, wind chill -15...
video

It was cold.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

My musings...

On the importance of positive thinking:
Very. But positive thinking isn't everything. Let me try to explain.
You're falling off of Carew Tower. Now, as you soar through the air with the greatest of ease, you can think "Wow! Look at me! I bet I'll beat everyone else to the bottom..." and be really positive about the whole experience, but all the positivity in the world is not going to change the impact you'll have on the street below. =) Positive thinking can make an unpleasant ordeal more bearable, but sometimes if you use common sense you wouldn't have been in that situation in the first place.
Therefore, I say a positive attitude WITH intelligent decisions is great gain.

On hype, cliches, etc:
I think many people use cliches and hype as an attempt to ease certain social situations because they really don't know how to comfortably express how they actually feel. However, to simply say "Never use cliches!" doesn't really reflect an accurate view of our social protocol. A cliche doesn't necessarily reflect the person's total opinion on the subject; it doesn't have to. It's just an easier, faster method of communication with less potential for awkwardness. So do I think cliches have their place in society? Yes. As long as you don't over use them. I think that just like knowing which fork to use, the art of cliche usage is valuable.
Now let loose the dogs of comment...

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Self-Titled


An astonishing act
of LITerary limberance lies
as centER sagaciously
hidden half hAbily
in a diagonal direcTION.

you figure it out.

School is going great. I've been getting up around 4:30 every morning to study, vocalize, and have devotions before my 7:00 class. This practice has led to me turning in to a zombie around 9:00ish...
On a related note, there's Nigeria. Known for its oil reserves, poor taste in dictators, and susceptibility to deadly infectious diseases, now is branching out to the do-it-yourself safety gear niche with this innovative idea:
Can't afford a motorcycle helmet? No problem, says the resourceful Nigerians.
Simply slap a pumpkin on your head and call it good. All is not peaceful, however, as local officials are contesting the functionality of this avant garde in vegitable fashion accessories.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Microwaves: Are They Occult?

Okay guys, I know I just posted something, but I couldn't sleep.
So I got up and investigated the source of all that is good in this world: The refrigerator.
I perused its mysterious depths and soon emerged victorious with a broccoli/ cauliflower casserole and several thick slices of ham. The next question I had is a familiar one to fellow dorm guys;
Do I microwave this, or do I eat it cold?
Microwave ovens. They're spooky.
My microwave has all sorts of helpful buttons I could push. There's a pizza button, and a popcorn button, and a potato button, and a...
How does my microwave know that I'm putting a piece of pizza in instead of last nights pot roast?
I stood in front of this mad machine, pondering this.
I reach out my hand and twiddle with the knob as I think, inadvertently sending the microwave into a symphony of beeps as I do so. Not seeing a week-old-broccoli-and-cauliflower-casserole-with-ham button, I now am faced with a decision.
Do I just leave the setting on high, and risk the mutation of my ham into bacon?
(Incidentally, I'm on to you Canadians.) I remember when I was young(er), my Dad, my brother, and myself put a marshmallow in the microwave. That thing got as big as a softball, and about as hard, too.
Do I try my luck with the power settings, and attempt to manually gauge the correct time/power/weight set of variables?
Nowadays there's a third option.
Sensor Reheat.
I stare at those words illuminated in blue against the dark metallic skin of the oven face.
Sensor Reheat. What on earth does that do? How does it work? What is involved in the "sensor" part? (i'm picturing little french fries dressed in star trek uniforms going "kepten, we're being scanned! red alert!") I pause.
...
The moral implications hit me. Should I really be using something if I have no idea how it works? I go with yes, and taking it by faith I press the button.
My food came out great, by the way. Exactly the way I like it.
So are they of the occult? Well, lets just say that although this claims to explain it all away, I know better. Like I said:
Microwave ovens. They're spooky.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Anachronisms

The world's my oyster.

Yay.

(not a big fan of oysters)

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