1. 16:06 29th Aug 2014

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    "You know those guitars that are, like, double guitars?"

    "You know those guitars that are, like, double guitars?"

     
  2. "My Dinner With Pharrell"

    1. W: Are you happy?
    2. E: ...Jesus, that question shouldn't feel so heavy, should it? Are YOU happy?
    3. W: For a person not naturally inclined to be happy, I think most days I am about as happy as I can be.
     
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    Kinda unfortunate that I can’t bring myself to toot again and disturb the  numerical syzygy.  Well, “kinda unfortunate” in that it happened after some truly C⁺ Thundercats related musing, mostly.

    Kinda unfortunate that I can’t bring myself to toot again and disturb the numerical syzygy. Well, “kinda unfortunate” in that it happened after some truly C⁺ Thundercats related musing, mostly.

     
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    The Question:  Did you break your own rule—regarding the impropriety of rapping women of pallor (excluding Debbie Harry)—in order to definitely not impress upon a beautiful young kangaroo of a Melbourne-and-raised spectroscopist (you may remember him from such anecdotes as: the time the author slightly exaggerated an interest in learning the rules of cricket, based on a very real interest in the rules of Whack-Bat, toward encouraging ANY sort of conversational interaction) the pervasive hegemony of American popular-culture IN the middle of a fairly fancy scientist dinner at a high end Swiss restaurant? 

The Answer: Does a bear shit in the far far far West Philadelphia woods?  (Like Central PA far.)  It was kind of glorious as it came from a place of truthiness: on a playground WAS where I spent most of my days.  An indoor voice was used, if that makes it any better. 

Later, I totally got appreciative nods from the other Aussies at the table for dropping some science vis à vis the 90’s animated series “Rocko’s Modern Life” and giving a scene by scene verbal description of the Men at Work song most appropriate to their home.

    The Question: Did you break your own rule—regarding the impropriety of rapping women of pallor (excluding Debbie Harry)—in order to definitely not impress upon a beautiful young kangaroo of a Melbourne-and-raised spectroscopist (you may remember him from such anecdotes as: the time the author slightly exaggerated an interest in learning the rules of cricket, based on a very real interest in the rules of Whack-Bat, toward encouraging ANY sort of conversational interaction) the pervasive hegemony of American popular-culture IN the middle of a fairly fancy scientist dinner at a high end Swiss restaurant?

    The Answer: Does a bear shit in the far far far West Philadelphia woods? (Like Central PA far.) It was kind of glorious as it came from a place of truthiness: on a playground WAS where I spent most of my days. An indoor voice was used, if that makes it any better.

    Later, I totally got appreciative nods from the other Aussies at the table for dropping some science vis à vis the 90’s animated series “Rocko’s Modern Life” and giving a scene by scene verbal description of the Men at Work song most appropriate to their home.

     
  5. 01:02

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    …Do I dare to eat a peach?

    …Do I dare to eat a peach?

     
  6. Magazines on the (not busty) front rack of Mea Culpa, the totally real Sex Shop down the street:

    Sorry
    Lo Siento
    Please Let Me Try Again
    This Never Happens
    I Haven’t Slept Much Lately
    You Look Nice Today.

    Melius est omnia cum linguis formale!

    (The picture would be better but there was a gang is somewhat menacing looking ladies that seemed to indicate maybe this was not an ideal photo op location.)

     
  7. 10:00 24th Aug 2014

    Notes: 4

    Plays: 86

    3 years in, still the greatest thing.

    (Source: 5by5.tv)

     
  8. On Friday when the engineers were leaving for the day and said “Have a nice weekend” I replied “Have a nice week” and we ended up suddenly information dumping the fact that I was going to an international conference and it was a weird moment of realizing that my life is not quite like their lives.

    My professional-tag-team partner decided at the last minute that he is not coming, so after I got the stress barfs squared away and remembered I travel alone all the time—and pitch stronger when it’s just me and the data—I am now in go-mode. (Hobos like me, baby: I was born to hustle…as men yell at me in German? Swiss? The airplane is yelling in…French? Uhoh. I should remember. I’ve done Switzerland before, surely it’ll be like riding a lingual bike. That’s maybe a little crass.).

    I’ll see an old boss; we’ll tell pointed jokes about the manuscripts I owe him in English. And I just ran into a chemical ionization guy who is super fun, I think I even packed the breathalyzer, this is going to be disastrous. Everything is gonna be fine. Few things are mutually exclusive.

    Standard travel rules apply, be awesome in my pseudo-absence.

     
  9. In fairness to their Amazon categorization, I DO find many moments in both Avengers and Skyfall to be quite touching.

    Indeed, the last 12 minutes of the former are always queued up as a cinematic lachrymator, just because I like a catharsis on call. I feel like one could make the argument on all of these.

     
  10. 10:09 21st Aug 2014

    Notes: 2

    Reviewers’ Comment Replies

    "I am delighted to inform you that the manuscript has been reviewed by the experts in the field, and the consensus is that it is acceptable with a minor revision."

    Boom.  There is something pretty intellectually delicious about submitting something to a journal of a field a little bit tangential to the my own, so I am delighted to receive this information and make this revision.

    "Too verbose"

    The quasi-redundancy of this comment is clearly pedant bait.  I may not have a giant fish head, but I know a trap when I see one. 

     
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    When I was a kid, the simple process of a nurse taking my blood pressure would increase my blood pressure. Like to the point that it was worried that I was at risk of hypertension. (And, as I was/am a pudgy kid, that wouldn’t have been unreasonable.) It was, essentially, my introduction to the observer effect.
At some point during my postdoc, I found one of those BP robots over in the supercomputer building at ORNL. And it became a thing I would visit. A digital pal I would do a walk by/quick sit with every day. I imagine it was the feeling someone would get playing the lottery, though I have no idea if that’s accurate. They were, however, much better numbers.
And then in my interregnum vacation, I found myself sort of craving those little visits; that tiny arm hug, that quick experimental replicate, those few bits of data. I found it comforting. I would find them in stores. I would look for them at malls. Just a couple minutes, a couple hugs, a tiny respite. Who would name a child “Temple Grandin”? And here we are.
I have a borderline disconcerting number of these cards. This one just fell out of my bag. Inadvertent shedding usually means “time for a purge”. And low is usually my problem more than high—I could fix that with some ramen, though. I like the store ones still, but I own 2 sphygmomanometers, one at home and one at work.
I also enjoy stethoscopes. It almost always starts slowly.
I was married to a dumb idea for like 2 weeks and it was a ridiculous source of unnecessary stress and once I decided I could just get around it I blew a 120/79. 
(I’ll use “blow” as a measurement verb, sure. I also own a breathalyzer.) I have done some really interesting research.

    When I was a kid, the simple process of a nurse taking my blood pressure would increase my blood pressure. Like to the point that it was worried that I was at risk of hypertension. (And, as I was/am a pudgy kid, that wouldn’t have been unreasonable.) It was, essentially, my introduction to the observer effect.

    At some point during my postdoc, I found one of those BP robots over in the supercomputer building at ORNL. And it became a thing I would visit. A digital pal I would do a walk by/quick sit with every day. I imagine it was the feeling someone would get playing the lottery, though I have no idea if that’s accurate. They were, however, much better numbers.

    And then in my interregnum vacation, I found myself sort of craving those little visits; that tiny arm hug, that quick experimental replicate, those few bits of data. I found it comforting. I would find them in stores. I would look for them at malls. Just a couple minutes, a couple hugs, a tiny respite. Who would name a child “Temple Grandin”? And here we are.

    I have a borderline disconcerting number of these cards. This one just fell out of my bag. Inadvertent shedding usually means “time for a purge”. And low is usually my problem more than high—I could fix that with some ramen, though. I like the store ones still, but I own 2 sphygmomanometers, one at home and one at work.

    I also enjoy stethoscopes.
    It almost always starts slowly.

    I was married to a dumb idea for like 2 weeks and it was a ridiculous source of unnecessary stress and once I decided I could just get around it I blew a 120/79.

    (I’ll use “blow” as a measurement verb, sure. I also own a breathalyzer.)
    I have done some really interesting research.

     
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    Though I do love a rhyming rule of thumb and will never fully discount nominative determinism—¡ nomen est omen !—
Jo clearly transcended her waitress name to become a scientist whose labcoat I still actively avoided when hunting for a visitor coat last week. 

(She’s *Hollandaise!*)

    Though I do love a rhyming rule of thumb and will never fully discount nominative determinism
    —¡ nomen est omen !—
    Jo clearly transcended her waitress name to become a scientist whose labcoat I still actively avoided when hunting for a visitor coat last week.

    (She’s *Hollandaise!*)

     
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    Rest assured, if you ever made the silly choice to live with the kleptomaniac/historian whose unfortunate epistolary fervor you were on the recipient end of prior to a cohabitation of sufficient duration, she has *all* the correspondence. And, over 15 years later, in pre-moving sorts of packing situations, she looks it over and—despite continued regard—thinks “we’re gonna need a bigger pyre.” Empty threats to inanimate materials, though: It never seems to burn.
While certainly some (most) of the contents are still cringeworthy, based on the other cards in that deck, 1999M may have actually followed through on that promised Pre-mailing thought filtration, though that top card probably shouldn’t have made it through.

    Rest assured, if you ever made the silly choice to live with the kleptomaniac/historian whose unfortunate epistolary fervor you were on the recipient end of prior to a cohabitation of sufficient duration, she has *all* the correspondence. And, over 15 years later, in pre-moving sorts of packing situations, she looks it over and—despite continued regard—thinks “we’re gonna need a bigger pyre.” Empty threats to inanimate materials, though: It never seems to burn.

    While certainly some (most) of the contents are still cringeworthy, based on the other cards in that deck, 1999M may have actually followed through on that promised Pre-mailing thought filtration, though that top card probably shouldn’t have made it through.

     
  14. 16:13 17th Aug 2014

    Notes: 1

    I had a great BM; here it is.
    I went to Hot Topic; they were out of Doctor Who shirts.
    I got an Orange Julius; here’s a photo of me having an Orange Julius.

    Glorious.

    FWIW, for a brief period of time, I was convinced—in a “forcing labmates to read it while I watched” sort of way—that my first super positive exposure to the cruise wife, was far more important than anything else they could have been reading.

     
  15. 11:21

    Notes: 4

    Tags: transit adventures

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    This, on the side of the road last week, was what I was trying to focus on in the too bright morning when the Deadpool biked by me. 

I entertained the notion (and still kind of like to think) that the quote was writ mockingly but affectionately by his pals, like it was something he said as a young man that his peers would trot out in singsong for the back half of his life whenever he was slow to muster, as most of the alternatives are much more sad.

    This, on the side of the road last week, was what I was trying to focus on in the too bright morning when the Deadpool biked by me.

    I entertained the notion (and still kind of like to think) that the quote was writ mockingly but affectionately by his pals, like it was something he said as a young man that his peers would trot out in singsong for the back half of his life whenever he was slow to muster, as most of the alternatives are much more sad.