I've come to realize that everything in life is a fractal. Once again supporting my theory that physics can explain everything, not just bodies in motion and quarky stuff. A horrible busy day has the same shape and rhythm of a horrible busy week, which has the same shape and rhythm as a horrible busy semester. See? It's a fractal.
Speaking of semesters, this one is almost over in spite of my near-certainty that I would not ever see the end of it. Intense might be a word one would use to describe it, if one even had enough energy left to try to put the past 4 months into words. Which I do not. Suffice it to say that this semester included feats of logistics the likes of which the world has never seen in order to get me and the kids where we needed to be each day, a large amount of time on a Very Sick Patients floor, a professor dying in spite of me and some other students performing major resuscitation upon her (after a midterm), and days when I saw my kiddos for a total of maybe 10 minutes. It's been a great learning experience all around, at incredible cost. I don't think I can effectively describe the semester until I've had a little distance from it, though. Maybe in the summer.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Big Head
The principal at my kids' school (holistic school of feelings and nature) prefers to be referred to as the Headmistress. The first time I heard her say that I did strain a bit not to laugh. Because of course that is funny and full of innuendo.
As I got to know her, I began to realize that she was so not kidding about this. And that Headmistress is a totally apt title for her. One of the silent auction prizes at the Gala this year was a day at the shooting range with the Headmistress.
I'm pretty sure she is actually a dominiatrix outside of school hours. I think she keeps her husband in a sex dungeon.
As I got to know her, I began to realize that she was so not kidding about this. And that Headmistress is a totally apt title for her. One of the silent auction prizes at the Gala this year was a day at the shooting range with the Headmistress.
I'm pretty sure she is actually a dominiatrix outside of school hours. I think she keeps her husband in a sex dungeon.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Delta
That's right, I'm changing blog shit instead of finishing my paper. But I like it! Crystals are nice, and I think I see signs of hexagonal close packing, face centered. I'm not sure I remember my crystalline structure facts well enough to say that with certainty, though. It might be body centered cubic close packing. Shit.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
BeWhat?
It has recently come to my attention that there is such a thing as decorated lady parts. Apparently one can use adhesive or something to place little rhinestone bits upon oneself in either a specific pattern, like a butterfly I guess, or more randomly just for sparkle and snap. It's called Vajazzle. Another possible name they should have considered is Bad Idea.
The reason I think it is a bad idea is this. If you have scratchy non smooth things stuck to you they will get caught on other things, and tug upon the parts to which they are anchored. It's the Law of Hangnails. And there is no person on earth for whom I so need to decorate my cooch that I would endure crotch hangnails to do so.
I became curious and wondered if there was an analogous male decorative notion. Indeed there is, the Pejazzle, or the more subtle term, Body Crystals For Men. The logistics of this elude me, as the item to be decorated is not exactly....consistent of medium. Did I put that delicately enough? Or was I unclear? I was trying not to make Southern ladies pass out by saying boner. Because that's what I'm talking about, really. It would be like the cookie sheet dilemma. Do you space according to how they are now or how they will be once in the oven for a bit? It's just that here the cookie sheet is expanding, not the little rhinestones.
Also there's this: Well, two things really: First, I don't know that we want to call attention to the male genitalia in a way that makes them look like a disco ferret. Second, I feel that in a coupling type situation one might find rhinestones not an ideal interface with one's tenderer areas. Again, I was being nice for the ladylike. Otherwise I would have just said I think lady town would go slasher movie with a man of Pejazzle.
I do feel that this concept could get out of control. Scrotazzle, for instance, or Cracktazzle. There's only so much on the human body that you can decorate, and more often than not it's better left alone.
The reason I think it is a bad idea is this. If you have scratchy non smooth things stuck to you they will get caught on other things, and tug upon the parts to which they are anchored. It's the Law of Hangnails. And there is no person on earth for whom I so need to decorate my cooch that I would endure crotch hangnails to do so.
I became curious and wondered if there was an analogous male decorative notion. Indeed there is, the Pejazzle, or the more subtle term, Body Crystals For Men. The logistics of this elude me, as the item to be decorated is not exactly....consistent of medium. Did I put that delicately enough? Or was I unclear? I was trying not to make Southern ladies pass out by saying boner. Because that's what I'm talking about, really. It would be like the cookie sheet dilemma. Do you space according to how they are now or how they will be once in the oven for a bit? It's just that here the cookie sheet is expanding, not the little rhinestones.
Also there's this: Well, two things really: First, I don't know that we want to call attention to the male genitalia in a way that makes them look like a disco ferret. Second, I feel that in a coupling type situation one might find rhinestones not an ideal interface with one's tenderer areas. Again, I was being nice for the ladylike. Otherwise I would have just said I think lady town would go slasher movie with a man of Pejazzle.
I do feel that this concept could get out of control. Scrotazzle, for instance, or Cracktazzle. There's only so much on the human body that you can decorate, and more often than not it's better left alone.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)