I can see this concept being really helpful in a place like Texas where air conditioning in health clubs is essential. The more work you did and therefore heat you produced, the more you would contribute towards air conditioning the place. Interesting.
Today, while walking by the bathroom near the post office on campus, my nostrils were assaulted by a most pungent odor. It smelled like somebody had forgotten to flush. Or died. Or forgotten to flush and then died. Or died, and as a result of being no longer among the living, failed to flush.
My first instinct was to run the other direction, but I had to get to the other side as that was the tunnel to the library. You’ll be happy to know I am here in the library; I made it.
That’s the most exciting thing that has happened to me all day. Now, back to my biochemistry studying.
Alternative to screen printing - With this awesome tutorial, you can use freezer paper cut out in a stencil shaped as you wish, iron the paper to a t-shirt or garment of choice, and then paint the open areas with fabric paint.
The stereotypical derisive criticism of a blog is that it is a place where the author simply posts pictures of their cat and rambles about meaningless things. Given my propensity to do the latter, combined with the fact that I do not own an animal, I still think I could pay homage to this stereotype by posting a picture of Mykala’s (possibly hypnotized) cat, and Mykala herself.
Now that I have embraced these things, I will move on to other ideas. I could start recording more poetry, more classroom experiences, less poetry. Alternatively, I could aim to do the best meaningless rambling and cat picture posting the world has ever seen. Hard to say what will happen.
Saleen Parnelli Jones Mustang - Sweet, sweeet 2007 Saleen Mustang in highway orange (well, they call it something else, but it’s clearly that color). About the transmisson, from the article:
Watts linkage. Remember those two words. That’s what takes this Mustang from acceptable to damn near perfect. As much as we liked that sweet-sounding, rev-happy motor, the suspension is what really convinced us this was the Mustang to have.
While we griped that the previous Saleen Mustang we had was no canyon carver, this one practically begged to be taken to the twisties. The whole time we had it, we were impressed with the ride quality as well. That suspension provides a ride that is remarkably smooth for the level of grip available. Only the sharpest bumps produced a shudder inside.
I’d like to drive a normal Mustang, but these Autoblog guys are incredibly lucky to have tested this rare gem.
Zorba’s response embodies a supreme appreciation for the richness of life and the inevitability of all its dilemmas, sorrows, tragedies, and ironies. His way is to “dance” in the gale of the full catastrophe, to celebrate life, to laugh with it and at himself, even in the face of personal failure and defeat. In doing so, he is never weighed down for long, never ultimately defeated either by the world or by his own considerable folly.
Today, at the St. Thomas gym, I was walking around, minding my own business, and then I got hit in the head by a 45 pound steel bar. The kid who was brandishing the thing apologized promptly, I replied with “no problem.” I can’t say for sure, but I think it was an accident.
