Stuff from March, 2009
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on March, 2009.
This is the archive of tumbledry happenings that occurred on March, 2009.
All Boarded Up - How Cleveland is Dealing With Mass Foreclosure - NYTimes.com — draw your own conclusions, though you might be able to pick from this grab-bag: government is ineffective, government is effective, the economy is on the upswing, the economy is on the downswing, home ownership is great, homeownership is terrible. Etcetera. An interesting quote (emphasis mine):
To the upper class-people of the University of Minnesota School of Dentistry, us incoming D1s must have looked like cows queueing up for the slaughter — doe-eyed and well-rested as we were. After this week is over, I’d finally call us seasoned professional school students. What a break-in.
Go listen to Greg Laswell’s song called The One I Love. His album, “Three Flights from Alto Nido” feels like what Joshua Radin’s sophomore attempt should have been.
Very, very good song. (And as usual, don’t watch the crap that the YouTube uploader put on the video — just enjoy the music without watching the video!)
Things I love:
I occasionally hop on the mic here and say “disregard everything I’ve said before about listening to something, you simply have to listen to this.” Well, this “this” is the best “this” (or at least most classic) that I’ve yet come up with. It is: Liszt’s “Un Sospiro” from Trois Études de Concert, performed by Jakob Gimpel. I liked the YouTube comment from user cheries5:
I took a nap on the couch in the bright afternoon sunlight today, which really distills my spring break down to its essential components: sleep, relaxation, warm sun. Troubled dreams still seem to haunt my sleep, a carryover from the stresses of last week.
Heard Tyrone Wells on the radio today. I like the song “Remain” because its lyrics describe the way I’ve been feeling:
Sometimes I get so tired
Just trying to find a place
To lay my head
I look up to the sky
I feel the warmest light comfort me
I’ve seen the great heights
Reminding me I’m alive
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna waste another day or night
I know there’s something more than what we’re living for
I see it in the stars
I feel it on the shore
I know there’s something, I know there’s something moreI think we’re all afraid
That we might be alone, alone down here
We all want to have some faith
At least that’s true in my case
To just believe
I’ve seen the great heights
Reminding me that I’m alive
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna waste another day or night
I know there’s something more than what we’re living for
I see it in the stars
I feel it on the shore
I know there’s something
This world may crumble into the ocean
It could all end tonight
I undermine you, then try to find you
My only source of life
I’m breathing
I am breathing
I am aliveI don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna waste another day or night
I know there’s something more
Than what we’re living for
I see it in the stars
I feel it on the shore
I know that I’m alive
I don’t wanna die
I don’t wanna waste another day or night
I know there’s something more than what we’re living for
I see it in the stars
I feel it on the shore
I know there’s something more
We’re learning how to prep teeth for full gold, porcelain fused to metal, and all porcelain crowns. That is, we’re taking 60,000 RPM pneumatic dental drills fitted with diamond-studded burs and… cutting plastic teeth (funny, eh?) fitted in something called a typodont which is mounted in a very nice simulated patient (complete with cheeks, semi-realistic range of motion, etc.). Thing is, it is tricky work. The next time your dentist picks up a mirror and drill in order to place a filling in your back upper molars… be thankful they first practiced on a set of plastic teeth.
Cute dogs. Tumbledry humor. Linked! Iz jus outta da tumbledryer.
Pun for the Ages - NYTimes.com:
Richard Whately, Archbishop of Dublin, was a specialist. He could effortlessly execute the double pun: Noah’s Ark was made of gopher-wood, he would say, but Joan of Arc was maid of Orleans. Some Whately-isms are so complex that they nearly amount to honest jokes: “Why can a man never starve in the Great Desert? Because he can eat the sand which is there. But what brought the sandwiches there? Why, Noah sent Ham, and his descendants mustered and bred.”