Paul is burning up some flex time, so he has today and Monday off.
Thus far, I have slept and had a breakfast that was actually cooked instead of grabbed randomly from a box.
The book's called Godel's Proof.
Emily, would (if it could be found) it make a good Christmas gift for someone exceedingly mathy, or is it geared more for the layperson?
I was raised in the country and knew lots of kids who did 4-H, raising calves and such for their yearly projects. Everyone knew that Bossy was going to be steak in the fall, but that didn't stop Bossy getting hugs and treats. I'm always sadistically amused when people finally understand where their hamburger comes from.
Kristen sucks.
That's how you get the good jobs in LA.
I'm always sadistically amused when people finally understand where their hamburger comes from.
I'm not amused, so much as startled. I need to get over being surprised. I just don't see the abstraction myself.
I was raised in the country and knew lots of kids who did 4-H, raising calves and such for their yearly projects. Everyone knew that Bossy was going to be steak in the fall, but that didn't stop Bossy getting hugs and treats. I'm always sadistically amused when people finally understand where their hamburger comes from.
Even city kids learn this pretty early on, don't they? I mean, eating "chicken" and "fish" pretty much gave it away to me that meaty things came from animals.
Even city kids learn this pretty early on, don't they? I mean, eating "chicken" and "fish" pretty much gave it away to me that meaty things came from animals.
But you're not confronted with the physical reality of it if you're a typical city kid. Or so I'd guess.
Even city kids learn this pretty early on, don't they? I mean, eating "chicken" and "fish" pretty much gave it away to me that meaty things came from animals.
I understood it from a pretty early age without ever having been near a cow, yeah.
But my best friend's little brother spent about a week as a vegetarian after his first class trip to a farm, so for some kids there's definitely a difference between knowing that hamburgers come from cows and knowing that hamburgers come from cows. (This particular 8 year-old boy's bout with vegetarianism ended after he realized it would involve eating vegetables.)
I am working from home today and I get Monday off.
I have soaps on in the background and was just assaulted by a commercial for some Fisher Price toy that lets toddlers sing such classic children's songs as Who Let the Dogs Out. Why?
This weekend I'll go to dance class and realize that I am now, in fact, too old to realize my dream of being in a Sean Paul video. But I'll have a good time anyway.
Some people believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I believe in the Boneless Chicken Tree.
They're actually letting us out from work at 3 PM today.
checks clock
Gotta go!