A couple of days ago a web acquaintance pointed out this shirt on thinkgeek. It has a drumset decal on the front that’s hooked up to a battery pack and speaker so that it actually plays when you tap it. Cool idea, right? Well, yes, but…. My first thought on seeing it was “oooh, that’s [...]
Entries from November 2008
Drum roll (or not) please
November 21st, 2008 · 1 Comment
Related fragments of reflection
November 17th, 2008 · No Comments
Five years ago I wrote the following lines in a poem: The Santa Ana winds always leave me reeling in fever unable to sleep. This might explain why today I feel as if I spent last night partying despite having really had a quiet evening watching TV and folding laundry. I keep slipping into a [...]
Tags: Los Angeles · music · poems · writing
The frosting on the math puzzle
November 10th, 2008 · No Comments
So one of the side effects of living with a math/computer geek is that often reading material I would never encounter on my own appears around the house. For instance, Communications of the ACM, which I found open to the last page, title “Puzzled: Circular Food.” Skimming this my attention was drawn to the second [...]
Language amuses me
November 6th, 2008 · No Comments
This morning in some web forum I happened upon I saw someone use the expression “reap what you sew.” I tend to visualize a lot of the language I encounter (yes, this can be problematic; no, you may not take advantage of this knowledge to try to gross me out). So what popped into my [...]
Tags: random
The mathematics of politics: US is always greater than THEM
November 4th, 2008 · 2 Comments
I would like to preface this post by noting that some of the people who know me in person might suspect that this was inspired by a recent very emotional conversation that followed a similar thread (well, to the extent that it followed any threads at all given my state at the time). In fact [...]
Tags: class · culture · education · personal · politics
A little political desperation perhaps?
November 2nd, 2008 · No Comments
I talked with my parents last week and my mother shared something that amused me. I still sometimes get mail at their place and she goes through and throws out the credit card offers and piles the remaining newsletters and such for me to look at when I come to visit. Apparently I recently got [...]
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