As I sit by the puller with the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window, I notice that my laptop glistens in the light. The keyboard, the screen, the case, everything reflects the sun in a dazzling display of reflected radiation.
In other news, my computer seems to be coated in a fine dust of germanium.
Monday, June 25
Back from Rehab
So, I guess my sabbatical is over.
Anyway, let's talk about Rehab. Specifically the new song I've heard on the radio a few times. I think it's most interesting if you experience it in the order that I did. First, we'll assume that you've heard the song on the radio. It's sung by Amy Winehouse. It's a catchy little tune as she insists that she won't go to rehab. She has a deep, rich Motown type voice, and the song almost sounds like it could be remade from that era.
Next, go watch her sing it on youtube. If you're like me, it will take the whole first viewing to reconcile the fact that that voice is coming out of that girl. It really doesn't seem to match up.
Next, watch her sing it again, and try to figure out where she's from. Between the computer monitor and the glare from the window and the little youtube window, it might take that whole second viewing to figure out if she's Hispanic, or what. But, if you pay close attention, by the end you might suspect that she's actually Jewish. (As a side note, my spell checker has only one suggestion when I type in "jewish". It's rather obvious that "jewish" ought to be "newish".)
Finally, go look up Amy Winehouse in wikipedia, giggle for a minute at the picture of her with big hair, and suddenly there it is: she's a Brit! It just boggles my mind when I listen to the song that it's sung by a newish, Jewish, Londoner.
Anyway, let's talk about Rehab. Specifically the new song I've heard on the radio a few times. I think it's most interesting if you experience it in the order that I did. First, we'll assume that you've heard the song on the radio. It's sung by Amy Winehouse. It's a catchy little tune as she insists that she won't go to rehab. She has a deep, rich Motown type voice, and the song almost sounds like it could be remade from that era.
Next, go watch her sing it on youtube. If you're like me, it will take the whole first viewing to reconcile the fact that that voice is coming out of that girl. It really doesn't seem to match up.
Next, watch her sing it again, and try to figure out where she's from. Between the computer monitor and the glare from the window and the little youtube window, it might take that whole second viewing to figure out if she's Hispanic, or what. But, if you pay close attention, by the end you might suspect that she's actually Jewish. (As a side note, my spell checker has only one suggestion when I type in "jewish". It's rather obvious that "jewish" ought to be "newish".)
Finally, go look up Amy Winehouse in wikipedia, giggle for a minute at the picture of her with big hair, and suddenly there it is: she's a Brit! It just boggles my mind when I listen to the song that it's sung by a newish, Jewish, Londoner.
The Piggies Return
Shannon is in a better mood than last time we played this game. So today it was:
This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy ate cheeseburgers,
This little piggy had a beverage,
And this little piggy paid for it.
This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy ate cheeseburgers,
This little piggy had a beverage,
And this little piggy paid for it.
Friday, June 8
Grand Finale
Last night the St. George Road Runners (our Golden League Baseball Team) played their first game. After the game, they had a firework show which we got to watch from our bedroom window. But the real question in my mind after last night is this: who came up with the unwritten rule that all fireworks shows have to end with a Grand Finale? For some reason, we all think that the fireworks can't be done until we've seen the Grand Finale. Who started this?
Thursday, June 7
Factory Friend
I don't think I ever got around to publishing this picture, and I've been slacking off on posting anything, so here's something to look at. I spotted this guy running through the office a few weeks ago. He measures 13" long, nose to tail, and is quicker than you'd think. It took us a good 5 minutes to catch him. Suzanne says he's a Great Basin Whiptail Lizard. We released him back into the wild.
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