Thought.
The leaves of the camilla closest to the house are a darker green than the bright green leaves where the sun is shining through. They make a nice contrast to the dark green of the oak tree across the street and to the brilliant blue sky that fills the rest of the scene framed by the window.
It is high noon.
Which raises the question, why isn't it called 'low 6' or 'high midnight' (sorry stupid question–midnight has a time stamp built into its name)? But why does 'noon;' need 'high' attached? And why do only 'the twelves' have names?
Fun fact.
So, at 5 a.m. my semi-sleeping brain asked the rest of my brain how loud two machines, each cranking out 50db, would sound to the naked ear. The rest of my brain replied, 'I dunno. I'm trying to get some sleep here. Shut up.'
The correct answer is 53db, which should be a lot more fun than it actually is.
Stop and think time.
Nikki Giovanni provides STT with the opening lines of her poem A historical footnote to consider only when all else fails
:
While it is true
(though only in a factual sense)
While it is tempting to go with the obvious where else truth exists besides facts, I'm a little more interested in the selection process for choosing the historical footnote.
Padding the list.
Certain professions really should see the wizard for a brain. Real Simple provides Exhibit A as they detail 8 Things You Should Never Store in Your Bedroom Closet, According to Organizers.
'Food' is number 4. 'Shoes' is number 1 (apparently shoes should go at the door, creating visual clutter, and a real problem if you have more than one door you use). And three items that you should not put in your closet are—clothes.
Gonna be lots of space in there.
News flash! Rocket scientists take over running major retailers!
For some reason, it was left to Men's Journal to tell us Major Retail Chains Like Walmart Are Reducing Self-Checkouts for Better Customer Service.
Surprise, surprise! Retailers finally figured out that customers didn't like being hectored by the most annoying robot voice possible to 'put the item in the bag.' Instead, customers like leaving the chore of scanning and putting items in bags to professionals. Smiles are optional–nice if you get 'em, OK if you don't.
I'm sure that self-checkout seeming to be a major contributor to 'inventory shrinkage' has ' nothing to do with the decision to go back to cashiers. Nothing! It's all about customer satisfaction. Really!
More sciencey stuff!
The wall Street Journal tells us Scientists have figured out how fast the universe is expanding.
The answer? 46 miles per second, which I will grant you is more precise than my answer of 'very,' but not by much.
Key takeaways:
- Objects recede faster as they become more distant. Anyone who has lost control of a three-year-old toddler will confirm this observation.
- The rate is mind-boggling small. It would take a football field a million years to expand by one inch. In other words, objects in an expanding galaxy could not beat a Chevy Corvette in a street race.
- Anomalies in calculations can be explained by 'dark matter' and 'dark energy,' neither of which we can perceive or measure. We dare you to prove the darks don't exist. So nyaaah!
- The universe will cease in 46 trillion years. Please excuse me if I'm not at the afterparty.
Misreading it.
I regularly mangle the written word, extracting meaning that is nothing at all like the author intended. For example, I recently 'saw' a headline that said 'Rock legend dead at last.' What happened was I kinda left some words out, like 79 and Last song, so I didn't read Rock legend dead at 79: 'Last song...'
Although the way music legends are hanging on these days (see: Keith Richards, Barry Gibb, Grace Slick, Ringo Starr, Willie Nelson), it's an understandable mistake.
It also brings to mind this snippet of dialogue from Monty Python and the Holy Grail: 'Bring out your dead!' 'But I'm not dead yet!'
I don't see what the problem is.
For a very short season, Indian mangoes are available in the United States. They are popular and sell out quickly.
One importer complains, The problem is that the mango boxes come and they get sold out.
Or, what other retailers call success.
Random observations.
God does His best work in the gaps and spaces and voids of our lives.
Why is it our visions of hell are excruciatingly detailed, including the tortures we will suffer, even the environment almost to the degree, while our visions of heaven are fuzzy at best?
Another thing about those ghost shows.
I've already mentioned my annoyances with ghost shows. But here's another—why are there never any animal ghosts on these shows?
You know they have to be there, especially in a residence. Why are there no sudden heavy weights in a lap, indicating Mittens' ghost has settled in for a nap? Or a nudge on the knee (or worse, in the crotch) from a spectral Spot, who wants his head scratched? Or the sounds of a food dish being pushed across the floor by a playful phantasm puppy?
Linguistic wonderment.
In English, we have many familials, the names we call parents and grandparents when we are children.
I wonder if the same thing applies in other languages.