I forgot the combination to this stupid padlock. It's my swimming lock from when I used to go to the public pool in Chicago. I keep trying 39-21-3 but that was for some Carter-era skis. My stubborn padlock has now become a laughing bully, an albatross, a lost lover, a tiny symbol of failure. UPDATE: 22-24-14 !!!
One need read no further than the third sentence of this review of the new Secret Machines LP: "Unfortunately or fortunately, depending how you feel about these bands, Secret Machines now sound uncannily like a fusion of U2 and INXS" *shudders * Review at All Music.
The T9 auto-word-complete on a Nokia cell phone can anticipate what word is being typed. It's not as good as the one on a Blackberry but still surprising with what it knows. It can spell "casa", but not "aqui". It can spell "intelligentsia" but not "aphid".
here's today's classic physics question, from the SAT Physics site.
"A pendulum is swinging upward and is halfway toward its highest
position, as shown above, when the string breaks. Which of the paths
shown best represents the one that the ball would take after the string
Roomate #3 and roomate #4 had a big fight and one moved out. The main downside is that roomate #4 was the only girl here and when she left she took all her dishes.A new roomate quickly replaced her, some guy from Florida. But he brought no kitchen gear. So check out what we have for the four of us:
We are incredibly plate-impoverished. It's like the galley of a really small sail boat.
For the record, the dish-destitution is deliberate on my part.
I've had a monk aesthetic since reading Siddhartha in
high school. Moving overseas and then moving back made me try to live
with just suitcase amounts of stuff. Not pictured: our spatula, the blue plate, the skillet, and my Romanian pot. (Here's how the cupboard looked while Lily was still here.)
Every once in awhile my phonecam (Nokia 6101) acts like it has decent resolution. In this pic of my Harrisburg sister, we see the two elements that make the camera happy, simple colors (compresses well on the JPG algorithm), and decent lighting (satisfies the crude chare coupled device). Oh, and a steady hand (wrist braced on table). BTW, my sister is happy because she just graduated top of her class (valedictorian!) at her college. Congrats! This was taken with a regular camera.
Imagine the tiniest piece of your body, a single electron. Supposedly bound by strict laws Confined to certain orbits, But it's not:
Moving but not being The electron is there, is effective, is affectible, but it is not solid, Its discontinutities surprise us, the tunneling, the improbable motions, .
And so it is with your personal obstacle, Your insurmountable barrier. If you can be wavelike, If you can realize that your 90% predictable part is complemented by a 10% unpredictable part You can see that the big wall is not a wall at all Daring to be like an electron, You too can pass the node, can maybe even tunnel.
And so, passing beyond the problem, You put it behind without even knowing how you did it.
Jonesing for a big glass of ice water, dying for the water so cold it burns my throat, the glass so over cubed that the ice juts up above the rim, so thirsty that I stand at the sink drinking and refilling three times. Ice water: how long it's been.
And by this I know that the winter is over. Body changes ring truer than any mark on the solar calendar. Stupid astronomical equinoxes, they always disappoint me. Supposedly connotating signposts of season, they instead are non-events, every time. The solstice, the first day of _______, all of them are always a big "nothing". No, seasons turn on visceral responses. And so today.