I have a friend who loves Sex and the City and recently moved into San Francisco. “Glad to hear you’re enjoying ‘.’ Now on to the ‘Sex and…’ part 😀 ,” I wrote her.
Her reply: “I am already loving the city so much. But the “Sex and” part won’t be quite as exciting. I’m very much a goody two shoes you know. 😉 ”
My reply: “The only people who say they’re goody two shoes are ones who probably have a closet full of bad shoes.”
So imagine the irony when I found out she just started a blog about shoes. If you like shoes, subscribe to her blog!
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I occasionally like to delve into works of graphical fiction:
Believe it or not, .
After a discussion of Steven Colbert’s seven deadly words, a conversation overheard:
Husband: “Take any African word and it basically sounds like a euphemism for ‘breasts.’”
Wife: “Like what?”
“Uhh, Bazoombas,” he extemporizes with a smile.
“But what if they’re small?” she observes.
Robert noticed that I had the Bible Verse app installed on Facebook. I installed it when Jia mentioned it, but haven’t touched it since the first verse that came up was…
John 8:32: “Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” The motto of my alma mater
is: “The truth shall make you free.”
Back when I went there, you could get a shirt that looked just like the ones sold in the Caltech bookstore: With the torch logo and the true motto of that Institute: “The truth shall rape you over.”
Thank you, Caltech, for taking my entire last year there to secretly indict me for an honor code violation which you only seven days before . (Tip: if you call in 20% of the student body as KGB informants on me, .)
Got an e-mail today from a friend:
Terry, might be of interest to your wife?
I got married? Oh shit! Vegas… 😀
One May day, when I was visiting my college on , three former classmates said that they were headed to the gym for a workout. Would I like to come?
It’s surprising how many bad ideas begin with that question.
See what they neglected to mention was that it was an aerobics class: Advanced Step.
I had never done aerobics, let alone an advanced class on step aerobics. It was a scene out of the movie—I kept trying to catch up as my brain tried to figure which one of the last moves we did was the “straddle down.”
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It’s weird how worlds intersect. Here is some lobbycon dialog:
“I don’t know, but if you plot the points, there aren’t many intersections. I’ve noticed it on my Facebook: The Open Source world has different geeks, and then the Web 2.0 world is mixed up. Priorities are f’d—people like X, who are big in the Web 2.0 world, nobody knows here.”
“Web 2.0 is…not even geeks really.”
“If it were, every party would be like .”
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Wired’s cover article caused a friend to try to explain twitter to someone else.
I thought I’d give a shot at trying to twitter what twitter is:
Twitter is about leaving bits of yourself to in 140 characters or less.
(I’ll twat it when Twitter stops Fail Whaleing.)
Flashback: Apparently Chris seeing me twatting on my iPhone was a big reason he started to use the service. 😀
Apparently, it’s the leisure class
I can’t hang it up without turning it off, they keyboard goes fritzy, Contacts crashes when I click on a name, battery life is a joke…but I guess it gets me into geek parties.
Next time I am outside waiting to get in, I wonder if I can just whip out my cell and say to the bouncer guy: “Hey, .”
In condensed matter physics, there is an area called turbulence that has wide practical application: weather, golfing, navigation, bridges, , boats, and planes.
(Most of you know turbulence from .)
But for theoreticians, turbulence is different.
In 1941, some Russian guy wrote a theory for the dissipation of vortices in highly turbulent flows:
Since then…nothing. Any significant contribution to turbulence has been beyond smartest minds in theoretical physics, despite discovered by 19th century classical physics.
In physics, we like to say:
Turbulence is the graveyard of great physicists.
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