Corwood! (links fingers): Weng mai, bunk. Sorry about all that. You know, I bet we could talk for an hour without being comprehensible to anyone else..
Buffy ,'Lessons'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I know! There's great anecdotes in his blog that I think melt easily into explanation, like how he went to an ESPN sports pub to watch a game, ended up in a conversation with a group of women celebrating a birthday. Asked what he does, he explains he's a theoretical physicist, and tries to explain what his job means to them...Not really working out, but one of the women, a high school science teacher leans in and says, "Because the world is not magic." And it described in such a succinct way what a gaggle of physicists weren't able to descibe without employing thousands of words in a mess of jargon.
Which to me, screamed the beginning of a title essay. It's a gorgeous and elegant explanation.
But then, I'm an essay fan, so I could be pushing in a foolish direction.
Trying to convince Sean Carroll to write a book explaining things like GR and why an assload of physicists don't believe in God to a general audience through essays.
IMO, GR has a lot of theological implications that get overlooked.
As of 9 minutes ago, I have an interview tomorrow morning.
Good luck!
I payed hooky, and have been cleaning my apartment. Since 7:30 am with little break.
Wow. Go you with the cleaning greatness!
erika and Corwood-- I just started watching Deadwood Season 1! I have watched 2 episodes and I do like it, but, and I never thought I'd say this-- the swearing puts me right off. Even though I know it is there to put me off. But I will continue. I also think I have too much slash syndrome, because every time the two hardware men are talking about being "partners" I keep thinking they are lovers.
Also, last night I had a Veronics Mars dream. Kristen Bell was playing Meg (I think) and I was Veronica. We were away from Neptune doing theatre and were very busy. Logan and Duncan came to visit us, and I almost killed Logan because he was not at all understanding of how much time I had to spend at the theatre. He was irritated because the Hotel room was messy and small. And I was all like "Look, Dude, I told you not to visit because I would be really busy!" and Kristen/Meg/Veronics alter-ego was all accomodating and cleaned the hotel room. Also, Logan was shirtless, which was nice, but unfortunately, I spent all my time yelling at him
Of course, I didn't PAY hooky, I PLAYED hooky.
Does anyone ever call an automated phone system these days without being warned that "our menu options have recently changed"?
Good luck!
Thanks. Now I have to go SHOPPING this afternoon. I'll need the luck so I don't expire from the heat, let alone the interview.
Good luck and happy hydration shrift.
I'm blanking totally on the name of the Jamaican movie (but the poster has a dread, running, on it) that my father and I were going to see when he came to visit me in Montreal. He grabbed the free paper to see when it was playing, and there was an article on it, headline "Pumpum power." Which is precisely akin to "Pussy power."
We changed our plans. Still haven't seen the movie. I feel I should. If I ever remember the title.
Now, my father is the guy who, when at 10 I asked him about Tantric sex or Playboy told me to do my own reading. At 23? We didn't need to be in the same theatre at the same time watching the pussy movie.