Every year, Colleen and I make a bet about the Superbowl. It’s not what you might think. We pride ourselves on not even knowing who is playing, or even when, exactly, it will be played. On the Monday after the revelries, we see how long we can go without finding out the results. There are rules, however.  We can’t tell/remind/speak about the wager. We can’t significantly change our daily routine (ie: if you listen to the radio, you gotta listen to your regular show). You can’t do anything that would require you (in normal, polite society) to talk about the wager (for example, you can’t suddenly jump up and leave a conversation because you know where it’s headed).
I have gone three days before gaining this information in the past. Not today. I got up this morning at 6:00am. I found out — TWICE — before 7:30am. Oh well, better luck next year…
I look into your plastic eyes and see forever.
I know you the moment you are on my hand.
No one is closer.
No one knows me better.
Your heart is my own.
I build you, we are one together.
I fail you, I am crushed.
I am confused, I ask and you answer to my surprise.
My oldest friend,
we have grown older
and the years have brought words
to explain us.
But, nothing can separate felt from flesh
or feeling from foam and fur.
I have begun a weight loss program, and it’s pretty promising. Yes, it includes exercise and a lot of folks have had success with it. It’s not a fad diet or gimmick. It’s called The Hacker’s Diet and it makes a lot of sense to me. It was written by the guy who founded AutoDesk and is mostly just so-called “common sense.” The difference with this is in the approach. I’m finally approaching my weight as an engineering problem to be solved. Give it a read and feel free to pester me about my progress, though I’m confident you’ll be able to see it soon.
Colleen kindly went to the grocery store today, and on her list was some distilled water for my APAP machine. She couldn’t find it on the shelf and asked someone where it was. A gentleman (I use the term loosely) explained to her that she could use the purified water. She simply needed to boil it (”to settle the minerals”) then (I’m not kidding) pass it through a cheese cloth and it would then be distilled.
After she told me this story and I stopped laughing, I tried to find what, exactly, was wrong with this advice. I couldn’t find a good place to start and gave up.
Get the MINERALS out of WATER with CHEESE cloth… man…
Happy February everyone! What are YOUR plans for the big day tomorrow? Sadly, most employers do not recognize the holiday tomorrow so we’ll all be trudging in to work, surreptitiously watching the festivities via the Internet. It’s such an odd thing to celebrate anyway. I guess the weather in the 1800s was a much more direct influence on people’s lives and therefore a cause to consult the great groundhog oracle for an insider tip on what would happen. If you’d like to learn more about groundhogs or their weather predicting abilities, see the movie Groundhog Day or visit your local library. Or watch the recut someone did on YouTube… Groundhog Day in Sixty Seconds…