Small Problems

A little while ago, thelazybuddhist wrote a post that matches quite well with stuff I’d been thinking about and which in turn played a larger part in my life than I’d like.

I thought I didn’t care

Ooops. I was wrong again. I thought that I really didn’t care much about how blogs are laid out. All this messing about with themes and picking colours and playing with widgets is kind of fun but I figured it all amounted to exactly one hill of beans - not the magic kind that grow into a beanstalk leading to someplace cool where ones bones might get ground to make calcium rich bread but the kind that aren’t worth anything much ’cause they’re kinda hard and have splatterings of green paint on them.

A Strange Comment

I’ve been busy with offline activities and non-socializing computer related activities. Thus, I haven’t been paying attention to my blog or other people’s blogs. I expect that this will continue for a while.

Dirt for Supper

My mother was a good cook. She was as adventurous as one could be given the ingredients available in our town. When she had created some sort of health food concoction entirely of her own design, she said that we were having dirt for supper. This lead to me thinking that the phrase that my sweetie thinks is ‘soy and granola’ was ‘soil and granola.’ It meant people who eat dirt for supper and granola for breakfast. I thought this was a normal diet. I still think that though it seems I’m incorrect.

Can you stand on your head?

Quite recently I was staying up late doing some useful work aiding one of my friends with a mathematical problem. Instead of going to her apartment, I stayed at home in my PJs and helped using MSN. I like doing things this way. In the distant past, I got quite good at reading equations over the phone. “Open bracket open bracket integral from zero to t of …” But, it’s much easier to type such things. Too many times, I’ve had a friend say, “What was that again? My brackets don’t match.” Another of the wonderful things about co-operating in this way is that one can work with several people at once. Also, taking breaks and chatting makes more sense in the world of internet chat than it did in phoneworld. So, while one person is waiting while another types an equation, that person can talk about something else. Thus, immediately after typing, “It’s just easier if you bound the Lyapunov surface with a circle - on the outside.” I received the following message:

Self Limited Propagation

I’m whimsical.

Small Things

When we had our first child, we were careful about small things. We called them choking hazards. We kept them away from our darling baby. We didn’t want any of that choking going on. We did have one event that we counted as a close call. The dear child was lying on my sweetie’s chest. She was wearing pajamas with buttons down the front. The child rooted around and instead of finding a nipple, found a button and slurped it right off of the PJs. As newbie parents, we freaked out and then removed the button from said child’s mouth.When we had our second child, our standards of cleanliness and general attention to what is where in our home decreased. My sweetie decided to work. We were fortunate enough to be able to schedule things so that one of us was always with the kids. The benefits were (and still are) obvious: we’re the ones spending time with our children. That’s what we wanted when we had children. Also, we don’t have to pay for child care. There are disadvantages too. The main one is that we’re rarely home together. This has the obvious disadvantage of not getting to see one another as much as we might like but that’s counterbalanced by having enough interesting separate adventures that there are all sorts of fun things to talk about when we get to talking. The less obvious disadvantage is that when one of is home alone, the adult is outnumbered. This explains the decrease in standards and attention.

Dreaming of Sandals

Yesterday, I bumped into PosterGirl (see this post). She was as she always is: a vision of loveliness. Her attire accentuated that. She was wearing a skimpy kind of see through hippy skirt and sandals with bear feet.

Short

I mean this post. I don’t mean me. I’m not short. I’m not tall either. Well, my kids think I’m tall now. I don’t suppose they will when they are all grown up. They might. I don’t give them coffee or caffeinated pop. Besides, I read recently that that doesn’t stunt growth. Reading that made me laugh. Did anyone ever really believe that coffee stunts one’s growth?

My Notebook

I have a little notebook that I carry around with me. I use it when I need a piece of paper. For example, if I meet someone and they want me to do something for them and I figure that I might like to do it, I ask them for their email address and I write it down. I do this because I’ve found that people can’t spell my email address. I don’t let them write in my book because I’ve found that other people’s penmanship varies too much. Some people are incapable of forming letters in an unambiguous way.