Ah, my magic number, marking an escape from the corporate world. What is it!? I need your advice.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
From the NYT: "The British actor John Cleese, finding himself stranded in Oslo, hired a Mercedes taxi to take him the 932 miles from Oslo to Brussels, where he hoped to get a train to London, said one of his agents, Dean Whitbread. Three drivers took turns at the wheel, stopping only for bathroom breaks and a ferry crossing, said Mr. Whitbread; the fare came to about $5,000." Now that's a road trip. I still want to go to Iceland sometime.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Two nights ago this word came to me while I was *asleep*: synecdoche. sin-eck-doche. syn-ek-da-kee. Don't think I'd heard it ever, and no, I hadn't seen the Charlie Kaufman film of the same name by any stretch. I learned this on further research. "To receive, understand. A part of speech by which a part is put for the whole (50 sail for 50 ships), the whole for a part, the species for the genus, the genus for the species, the name of the material for the thing made." Makes my head hurt. Last night, all the dreams were of loss, water, compaction, unanswerable phones, lost luggage, flirting, buying oddities (jalapeno cotton candy)...and running from mean squirrels. Rise and shine!
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Some say the Wii fitness games can be hazardous to adults, but generally not this way: Dale in Berkeley was Wii bowling, wound 'er up, let go, and accidentally threw the controller through the 46-inch TV. Well, of course it was accidental. If someone had to do it, the kids were glad it was her and not them. ThatTV is dead for good.
Labels: fitness bad TV