Since when did acupuncture involve electricity?! I must’ve missed that memo.
Needless to say, I was rather surprised when Chinese Lady #2 started hooking me up to a small box, stating that I should let her know the moment I feel that mildly electrocuted feeling. You know, so that she wouldn’t turn up the dial any further. What I should have asked her was, “how do I know you’ll really stop when I say so?” Continue reading
Well, I wouldn’t be a girl if I didn’t blog about lipgloss at least ONCE. Enjoy the sticky-sweet candy fluff nonsense while it lasts… but I just wanted to say: women of color, THIS IS YOUR COLOR. This fuschia-infused, radioactively luminescent preposterously purplish pink WAS MADE FOR YOU. Yes, it does not make sense. It defies colour theory. It should look awful on ANYONE, and you wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole if you saw it in the store. But trust me: ‘Easy Lover’ is, to put it crassly, THE SHIZZLE…
That is, quite literally, the title of the first chapter in the most awesome little math book ever. The “preliminary terrors” in question turn out to be calculus symbols – you might remember meeting those in high school and college. And if the the thought of meeting them again gives you an unpleasant sensation, Mr Silvanus P. Thompson is determined that you will make friends with calculus, this time round. Continue reading
I Love botjunkie! Came across this in their feed:
Curious teddy… er, I mean polar bears destroy scientific equipment. Silly trusting humans! :o)
[updated with BBC's original vid]:
Do check out Sugarologie…
Hand made and home made, right here in Toronto! Everything running the gamut from kiddie cute to sophisticated elegance. Go have some cake!
:o)
I have neglected the artinuum. And without that creative outlet I have kind of shrivelled away a little bit.
But it’s time to dust off the ‘ole blog, throw aside the curtains and let the sun shine in! I’ve culled some silly posts (though there’s plenty of silly ones left ;-) ), and I think this pic that I found (a doodle from a while back) more than captures the spirit of things…
It’s a memento of a day in the park (Walpole Park, I think, in Ealing Broadway)… when I went with a book but fell asleep in the sun. The scribbles around the doodle just describe how it was insanely busy that day so funnily enough, it was also super-safe to fall asleep. And some gushing about how totally refreshed I was when I woke from my nap.
Ah… spring!!
Oh and obviously, that is NOT yours truly depicted at left. Just some random gal conjured up from my imagination.
[updated 2010-09-26] There is an entire ecology of interacting technologies, human-computer interfaces, and process spaces, which have co-evolved with the ballpark average of human modes of perception and problem-solving. (I like to call this ‘person-tech energetics’. Mainly because this is bound to irritate somebody. But if energetics is too hokey a word for you, substitute behaviour modes / usage scenarios / interfacing methods / ways of being / ways of doing. Whatever)… Continue reading
I AM SICK. I hurt all over.
I went to a walk-in clinic* and they were absolutely bloody useless. The checkup was akin to being frisked, by someone who was long past caring if you were in fact, hoarding anything dangerous on your person. Continue reading
I recently learned that, under certain circumstances, poor directional hearing can be a bit of a blessing. It works kind of like “ignorance is bliss”. Case in point:
There is a lunatic in my building. Statistically there always had to be one, so that is not the point of this story. The point is that the lunatic in question has fits of rage, during which a sort of tourrette’s syndrome descends upon his speaking abilities (at giga decibels), and also during which (recently) much furniture is slung about…
First off, the Goth is my car (actually ‘the snow goth‘, if you must know)… and the mechanic in question finally figured out and explained to me what the hell has been going on with the goth’s front-left wheel.
But very little of this has anything to do with auto engineering. Or anything in particular, for that matter… Continue reading