Although personality tests are a good start, I think the place to really analyze yourself is at Googlism. There I learned many things today:
genest is demanding genest is pretty cool genest is pretty isolated genest is married genest is there on purpose genest is not a stranger to innovation genest is also the name of the mountain range in which they live genest is the current espoir national cyclocross champion genest is an active participant and guest speaker in the international bookbinding community genest is not here for the moment; i believe you could find him at the succubus club genest is twelve years old
UPDATE: Joe Stauber's The Best War Ever analyzes groupthink in the capitol -- equally applicable to October Missile Crisis as to Iraq Planning and every Dem and Republican administration in between. Three Stauber phrases: “mirrored echo chamber” “message consistency” and a specific military term "incestuous amplification"
There's a pretty interesting (and nicely rambling) writing about an end-of-the world scenario over at the blog Faultline Running North which brings up a FASCINATING chemistry/paleontology tidbit: long gone creatures from as early as the Permian, even if soft and unfossilizable, can still leave behind distinct molecular signatures, for example the lipids from their cell membranes (recall from 9th grade biology class that all cells are bounded by a greasy membrane called "the phospholipid bilayer").
Are they serious? Organic molecules can linger for 100 million years? I'll have to look up more of this. I mean, my butter goes rancid in a lot shorter time than that. How can any trace of a cell lipid survive? (Thanks to Slowreads for the link to Faultline.)
This is nerdy and trivial: I really really appreciate how efficient the Postal Service website is. Any question I've ever gone to it for has been answered in 2 clicks and about 8 seconds -- no small feat in a cyberworld where many websites totally leave you scratching and rummaging, half the time to no satisfactory outcome.
Down here on the edge of Borough Park Brooklyn (below Park Slope)it seems you can't turn around without bumping into a fresh produce market. What follows here is my review of the three vegetable markets that lie within a two block radius of my Church Avenue stop on the F Train.
New McDonald Farm *** Three Stars In defense of their groaner of a namecheck of the children's song, let me say these guys are on a street actually named McDonald. It's a real meat and potatoes kind of place (though without meat). Nothing more exotic here than a 5 lb bag of yellow onions. I have a lot of sympathy for their lack of exotica and prices lower than government chees. Hardcore specialists they have little that's not a root or a fruit. I occasionally get the 25 cent bagels or, even cheaper 20 cent Kaiser Rolls. Add a sack of local grown apples at 39 cents a pound and you have more breakfast than you can finish at a total cost of just over a dollar. Open 24 hours; I've never been in there by the light of day. New Market * (1 star) I like the Chinese-Mexican couple here but their store's shelves overflow with the wilted & bruised. The quantity of Drosophila Melanogaster ( fruit flies) suggests they have a full-blown genetics experiment is in progress. I go in every couple of weeks to buy their Armenian pomegranate juice (2 bucks). I got embarrassingly tattered flowers for our school secretary twice there too.
Golden Farm ***** (5 stars) I can't imagine anything will ever top this place. The beer cooler at the back gives the owners away as Slavs. Two entire coolers (5 shelves each) are given entirely over to quarts of Russian Beer. Some in plastic bottles, some from the locally popular Baltika (known for the huge single digit on the front of each bottle to help you find your favorites - "9" is high alcohol malt liquor, "6" is a Russian Weiss, "3" is a Golden Pilsner). Slavs seem to be apiasts, judging from both my Odessean grandfather and this store's 6 shelves (I'm serious) of nuttin but honey . Seemingly local owned, very large, carrying many personal faves, like bulk pickles (a bin each of New and Half Sour), cheap caviar ($8 for about 2 tuna cans worth), many breads brown, dusty and rye based. Just as we subconsciously judge a hotel by the thickness of its towels, bright light, making us feel safe, excited, or just clean, leaves a tacit impression from a store. Realizing this, Golden Market has an array of ceiling-mounted high-pressure white sodium lamps so strong that you could probably start a fire if you pulled out a magnifying glass in there.
A lot of the things that Golden Market carries would be packaged with a cute educational label if sold in Manhattan ("How to Eat Hummus" or even "How to Pronounce Sri Lanka") but since the audience in Borough Park considers things like bulk smoked fish heads to be a staple, not a patch in Hillary's Take's a Village Quilt, the brands are odd, unannotated, and, more importantly, low-priced, as you'd expect for staple items. No Russian dude is going to pay $4.5o for "Artisan Bread"; his loaf has to be $1.70 or he'll laugh in your face. In Russian.
Doing a little chemistry class comparison (perusing peers' postings) I ran across the webpage of a boy in Alaska who kept a sort of scrapbook online of his 10th and 11th grade classes, just the highlights: Portfolio.
My friend Kevin is getting married this weekend. Congrats!
Earlier this month Kevin was good enough to help me find some swampy water in Brooklyn's Prospect Park. The goal: wrangling a protozoa or two for my biology class.
Once I got the water back to the school, under the 100x microscope, I could see parameciums, some flat thing with an unseen (clear flagellum?) organ of propulsion and chlorplasts (wow, I sure wish that I could move and make my own food from sunlight), and many little green spheres. Missing were amoeba.
Turning instead to the web, I found lots of nice images for the kids.
Click here for Wim van Egmond's excellent amoeba page. Wim gives a clever tip for viewing these little guys. Simply float some coverslips on the surface of a dish of pond water. The bacteria that grow beneath the coverslip will become covered with feasting predator protozoa and, you slap the coverslip onto a slide and voila, instant viewable zoo!