a little two step

you know when you're walking and you approach someone and there's that dilemma moment where you have to decide on which direction you're supposed to move in order to prevent a collision. well today i had one of those, except that we both moved in the same directions. i'm used to this. i think its because i have particularly strong mirror neurons. anyways the guy got really mad. he actually cursed at me like it was my fault even though we both did the same thing. which was the problem, obviously. but then i felt bad before re-realizing that yet again, it wasn't my fault. and even if it was all to be blamed on my powerful mirror neurons its not like it was intentional. geesh.

okay, oklahoma

i check the cnn website semi-religiously. and aside from the updates on news its the geography that really brightens my day. the weather section of course! because i haven't entered in my zip code i get the weather information for such odd places as okay, oklahoma, earth, texas and odd, west virginia. its nice to know its sunny in success, missouri.

ps. my heart goes out to tennessee.

new reagents

even though i practice science regularly and deal with dry ice all the time, i still think its super cool.

sea foam green and beer

call me un-american but if the inbev buyout of anheuser busch means there's better distribution of stella artois than so be it. i won't always live in san francisco so god bless belgium.

my laundromat doesn't really smell like clean laundry. its sad. i'm pretty sure that it used to.

some guy, amos, in hawaii, thinks talking to your cookies makes them taste better, i wonder if that works for other things.

also, i think its really cool when the color of your house matches the color of your car, exactly.

sweet darling, come hold me/she & him & me

i'm starting to think that if i had gone to high school with zooey deschanel i would have cut bangs much sooner.

i also kind of think that i would have followed her around, copied her every move and possibly made a shrine. people would tease me, for being, well, a carbon copy, but i could have handled it. i definitely would have said, "the hell with rebellion" and picked up the guitar just so we could play duets. and i probably wouldn't have minded spending major dollars on voice lessons, since i am not as talented as my mother, let alone, zooey. my life could have been totally different.

but alas, i went to independent study for high school. rats.

at least there is why do you let me stay here which has me shimmy-ing down the sidewalk, flashing precious smiles, and twirling this way and that in my improvised "i went to high school with zooey" fashion.

do you speak whale?

so the news hasn't been very funny lately and i went out of town and had a birthday, yadda yadda yadda. BUT i do think that paula poundstone could read the dictionary and it would still be hilarious.

i had really wanted to blog about whales a couple days ago for various reasons, and for some other reasons, it never happened. so i give you this. and also, check the bottom of this page too. ooh ohh and lastly the recent inspiration, but i should say i've been hip to the whales since my days at carrboro elementary where i painted a 25 foot long humpback whale at the bus circle with a friend. and no i didn't get suspended.

the sky is falling, i mean the ground

sometimes during the relaxation/restoration portion of my yoga class i have irrational fears of an earthquake. i guess they aren't completely irrational seeing as i live in san francisco but anyways, there i am with a towel over my face all relaxed and breathing in to my muscles when i think its gonna hit. then i of course realize that i am no longer relaxing or restoring. and lastly i remember that if an earthquake did hit, at least i'm across the street from the hospital. hello relaxation/restoration.

wait wait please tell me

every week there is one podcast that completely brightens my day. its 'wait wait don't tell me' by chicago public radio. normally i can barely contain myself and listen to the weekly podcast on monday, but this week, due to a back log of podcasts from my birthday week, i held out till today, wednesday. and thank heavens i did.

i may or may not have participated in grunge, but i definitely was not aware of the great grunge hoax which kind of makes me a huge lame stain, besides the sad truth that i'm almost always bound-and-hagged... geez i'm a cob nobbler. and a little carried away. anyways the segment had me giggling up a storm despite the fact that i was not alone in the lab, but rather in the presence of an already awkward co-worker. yay for making things more awkward.

on a serious and utterly un-related topic, take that FARC, go stealthy columbians for freeing betancourt!

a big ol'bureaucratic sad face

there comes a time when you realize that the institute of higher learning that you spent years getting a degree to work at thinks you're an idiot. and maybe you are or i am, see i'm already confused. i was required to spend the last two days taking online tutorials about basically online shopping. my degree courses in biology and chemistry didn't cover that but i tend to have confidence in my higher reasoning skills and keen observation to be able to figure most things out. but rather i spent five fairly insulting hours being taught to order pens from officemax. who knew it would take a whole module to learn how to change a shipping address. blah blah blah top scientific community, trusted with thousands of dollars worth of scientific equipment, but god forbid i order the wrong pens, or gasp, have it sent to the wrong attention. and just when i couldn't imagine it getting any worse, the simulation were all based on american idols... clay aiken needs to order purina mouse chow, fill out the purchase order to allow a comment for the receiver to make sure to put it in fridge. eeks. but don't let simon cowell see you ordered too many pipette tips, you'll never hear the end of it.
the really sad thing is i typically spend most of my days wasting time doing stupid things anyways but i actually had work to do and was extra offended that some higher up assumed that i could spare five hours of my day without any notice. but nevertheless i have my printed out certificates of completion, which i personalized with an extra "kick ass" and "so so bored" and can now hang them up with pride at my bench. all things considered, not too shabby.