Thursday, January 31, 2008

Razbliuto

I recently heard this word on the Savage Love Podcast (episode 66, very nsfw). Defined as:
(n): the sentimental feeling you have about someone you once loved but no longer do
Razbliuto. It's fun to say, descriptive and meets a vocabularial need. Unfortunately, it's not a real word, but when has that ever stopped the English language?

Even better than the word itself is the context in which it was introduced. The woman who mentioned it has a grammar fetish - that is, she gets off on using big, fun, delicious words in bed.

How awesome is that? It's like, the nerdiest fetish ever. Go her.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Freaky Observers


The Boltzman brain problem suggests that, over eons of time, there is an infinite possibility atoms colliding in outer space to create recognizable things, from the mundane (the unscrambling of an egg) to the grandiose (a parallel universe). There could also be another you out there, just floating in space. Or, according to the Boltzman brain problem, an exact replica of your brain.

In fact, it is more likely that just your brain is out there than your whole body. Nature tends to do thing as simply and with as little energy as possible, and the creation of your brain is statistically "cheaper."

So it's entirely likely that your brain is floating somewhere out in space, fully aware, with your memories and the illusion of your world around it. Lots of your brains, in fact. And because the creation of our universe the way it is was such an improbable occurrence (ie there's only one "real" you, compared to many floating brains), it is statistically more likely that you are one of these brains in space, and not yourself in this universe.

Kind if disturbing, right?

The thing is that most cosmologists don't really believe this is true - but they can't figure out how to disprove it. And this flaw in the use of probability to predict the universe creates all sorts of issues in other parts of cosmology, which is in itself disturbing.

Or maybe it is true, in which case - wooooaaaahhh.

Check out the NYTimes article for a much longer and more detailed description of the whole phenomenon.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

I'm An Alien Rock-Star Spy!

Remember when you were a kid and playing pretend was basically the best game ever? You could be whoever, whereever, whenever you wanted, and reality was no hindrance to your fun. Fly to outer space and shoot lasers out of your eyes? Sure! Transform at will into a talking unicorn-pegasus hybrid? No problem! Die a dramatic death and come back to life? Practically a given!

We were talking about this the other night, trying to figure out at what age playing pretend went out of style. M played openly until his friends started making fun of him for being uncool. I willingly gave up public playing in a pre-teen attempt to rush adolescence. But we both admitted to playing pretend privately until we were much older, and eventually these pretend games dissolved into our modern-day fantasy lives...which then led us to ask if we've ever really stopped playing pretend.

And of course, we haven't. From silly daydreams to the occasional complete delusion to the half-truths we tell ourselves just to get through the day, we still do. So what's the difference between the way we pretend now, and the way we played then? Obviously reality is more of an issue now. But how many of our modern-day hindrances are self-imposed, the byproduct of our shrinking imaginations?

I don't have any answers. Just pontificating into the ether.

But here's one of my favorite songs about playing pretend (the adult way):

Aaron and Maria - American Analog Set

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

back on california soil

19 mosquito bites later.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

pig in a truck


now he's in my belly.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Fa la la la la

Last night we went caroling on the back of a flatbed truck. The truck was decorated with Christmas lights and garlands, and a few people brought along ukeleles. As we traversed the streets of Hanalei people came running out of their homes and shops, waved to us from lanais and a few even followed us on their bikes.

Afterwards we went back to the church social hall for a potluck dinner, where I was force-fed Christmas cookies and had spam for the first time (salty).

In case you're wondering what's going to be in my head this Christmas, here it is.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Monday, December 10, 2007

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Tiny injured baby hedgehog


All safe now and recovering at Tigglywinkles animal hospital.

From the daily mail via jezebel.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Bethany and me in Beverly Hills


Somehow, this looks like neither of us.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Poof!

Just as quickly as it arrived, it's gone.

My newish camera is back in the shop for repairs, so it seems I'm going to have to wait a little longer to explore the land of digital SLRs.

Sigh.

Friday, November 30, 2007

rainy day muffins


I took this with the Canon 5D my parents passed on to me over Thanksgiving. I don't know too much about digital SLRs just yet, but I suspect it's going to be fun learning.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

And you know what else?

Just as I am too old for twee heart/star/skull prints, I am too old for writing in all lower case.

From now on, I'm capitalizing.