Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Working the garment

While I was pulling boxes of records out from a dark space underneath the stairs (really), I came across something every home needs:

A cape!

It's timeless yet versatile, and ideal for:

...prophesying...

...stalking...

...casting spells...

...scouting trails, a la Lewis and Clark...

...and impersonating Captain Morgan.


My mom: Are you going to wear it out tonight?
Me: Of course not, it's only for questing! But you can never ever give this away.

And so, I leave you, caped or un-caped, with this clip from Flight of the Conchords.

Drip


I've been having recurring dreams (uh oh! I've started talking about dreams on my blog -- I've officially jumped the shark). I am endlessly drinking water (or other liquids, it's never quite clear...pun!), yet never able to quench my thirst.

Now, if I were to do a Freudian analysis of this, I'd probably have to write down as many details I could remember, including the color the fridge from whence I pulled my drink and the size and shape of the glass, only to discover that my inability to slake represents some kind of failed wish fulfillment for and a subconscious desire for...whatever.

I'm just gonna grab a glass of water. Or two or three. Because I think really I'm just a bit dehydrated.

Image from Flickr user Vicki and Chuck Rogers shared with a Creative Commons license.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Running a generational show down


I just had my official "I'm old" holiday moment. It didn't happen when my younger cousins showed me up at Wii boxing and Guitar Hero, or when I repeatedly didn't get IDed at bars (though I may have another in a few hours at my high school's alumni pub night).

It happened when I was doing an interval workout at the local high school's track.

A group of kids -- probably 5th or 6th grade? yeah I'm so old I can't even tell -- were playing lacrosse on the turf field in the center of the track. That's cute, I thought...until at the end of my third lap on my last mile repeat something shiny and sharp came flying towards my shins. As I lept over it, I glared at the culprit as he gave me that look that says, "Oops, I didn't mean to do that, only really I did because I wanted to see what would happen."

"Fffffffff..." I blocked the air as I ran through all the things I could shout at them. You stupid kids! I'll tell your mother! You could have hurt someone!

Yeah, I officially turned into an old cogderette. All I was missing was an angry fist pump.

And somehow, while my mind was searching for that certain something that would show them, I realized that anything I said would just make them laugh more, and sweeten this moment for the little troublemakers.

Then, as I pushed myself waaaaaay too hard on that last lap, I remembered the chants my friends and I had come up with to taunt our music teacher Mr. Ommit (whose name rhymed with an unfortunate bodily fluid), and how much I loved tormenting Ms. Emery until she exploded, and how much entertainment I got when she screamed at us.

And I also remembered that those kids never got to party like it was 1999 (heck, they probably weren't even born in 1999), and all of a sudden I felt like Grampa Simpson in that episode where he pretends to cry and tricks Bart and Lisa into cleaning the house.

But really...who throws a CD at someone who is working out? Those hooligans!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Daily Diigo Bookmarks: What has Jordan been reading on the web today? 12/27/2008


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Monday, December 22, 2008

Friday, December 19, 2008

Daily Diigo Bookmarks: What has Jordan been reading on the web today? 12/19/2008


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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Daily Diigo Bookmarks: What has Jordan been reading on the web today? 12/16/2008


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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

You aren't who you think you are...


In the midst of the research I'm doing for my Water Class term paper, I ran across this fact:

Humans actually contain about 10 times more bacterial cells in their bodies than they do human cells. [source (pdf)]


It's ... gross and intriguing and humbling and shocking and ... I think my favorite science tidbit of the decade.

Ok, back to work now!

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Daily Diigo Bookmarks: What has Jordan been reading on the web today? 12/07/2008


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