29 September 2007

Why I can't remember where I left my keys

Nate and I were out at dinner (Farren's - yes, he had The Russell) and ended up talking about typing, and the fact that Nate types with the weirdest 3-to-5-fingers-at-any-one-given-time method. How he ever typed his whole thesis in this manner, I'll never know. In fact, he types kind of like you'd expect a three-toed sloth to type. Only slower.
Funny thing is, I learned to type in high school and still remember one of the sentences in our typing text book: "Cy was the right man to blame for the big fight in the penalty box." Really. I'm not making this up. I ACTUALLY remember one of the sentences from a typing class from the early 1990s.

Which leads me to the point about why I can't remember where I left my keys. Because most of the space in my brain is being taken up with completely useless information like "Cy was the right man to blame for the big fight in the penalty box." I also remember the phone number to the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy. I was in Florence on vacation 7 years ago and stopped at an internet cafe to look up the phone number, so I could call and get tickets to the gallery. 055 294 883. So all this useless stuff is in my head, crowding out really important information like the 2nd law of thermodynamics, how to change a car tire, and where my keys are.

28 September 2007


When the going gets tough and you don't know what the correct answers to Life's Big Questions are, I have found that the best thing to do is ask yourself, "What would Neil deGrasse Tyson Do?"

(Photo courtesy of David Britt-Friedman / MSNBC.com file)

Often the answer involves astrophysics, which sometimes isn't too helpful for questions like, "Do I really need to buy that pair of shoes?" or "Which retirement plan is the best for me?". But nevertheless, I have found it an invaluable tool for stressful decision-making.

26 September 2007

Tee Hee, Warren Jeffs

Word came down yesterday that fundamentalist mormon sect leader Warren Jeffs was found guilty on two counts of being a horrid fundamentalist mormon sect leader. This will no doubt make a certain person we know (who has been hating mormons since 1997) very happy. I believe Jeffs was found guilty of marrying off 10 year old girls to creepy old men, killing puppies, and eating babies for dinner.

Really want to get your mormon-lovin' panties in a bunch? Read "Under the Banner of Heaven" by Jon Krakauer sometime.

21 September 2007

The beginnings of a blog

For those not familiar with the whole "lorem ipsum" thing (I thank my bachelor's degree in advertising for this): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorem_ipsum

I also thank same for teaching me that body copy should always use serif fonts, because they are easier for people to read. Take that, wikipedia!

Either way, I've invited my esteemed husband to post on this blog simply because he's probably got more to say, and more friends to whom to say it, than I do.