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Proving New Yorkers aren't quite the crusty, grumpy, cold-hearted folk they are frequently made out ot be. Or something like that.

I thought it was cute. :-)

Earth Hour

Mar. 28th, 2009 08:05 pm
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Just a few more minutes before we turn out the lights.
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Or anyone who might know the answer to this question because my brain is fried and my google foo has returned too many useless hits:

How is rain formed?

Specifically, you are standing on a moor (Scotland-ish) and it is a steady drizzly mist. You have magic. You want it to stop. Does something need to heat up, cool off? Does the pressure need to go up, down? Once upon a time I knew the answer to the question, but it escapes me now and for some reason I've gotten an 1800's exerpt on weather over lakes talking about when the sun goes down, and people talking about lasers to cause condensation and none of it's helping me.

Oh, and Isaac proved this morning that he does have a death wish. I'm pretty sure he's responsible for yeasterday's computer weirdness (all sorts of print previews were open and other proof that little fingers had been there) and this morning he had a blast using Word alllllll over my NaNo novel, pasting things that were in the buffer and typing away and he eliminated a huge chunk of what I'd written yesterday. I almost ... well, no I did pretty much loose my cool. Fortuantely, he hadn't hit save, so a 'revert' brought it all back and I backed-up. I just did a full back up of my computer a few weeks ago, looks like I need to be doing it more frequently. :-p

(another link I want to keep in case I ever need this again:


Oct. 24th, 2008 11:40 pm
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I need a LMAO icon.

After all the doom and gloom of the recent weeks, we found something to talk about that didn't involve currencies failing (Iceland is gone, Russia seems to be up to something with theirs), what went on in Argentina during their epic fail not so long ago, and motion-sickness-inducing gyrations of the stock market. If you are not already acquainted, please allow me to introduce you to

Brian dared to drink his beer. My monitor and I almost ended up wearing it. Consider that a friendly warning. ;-)

The jackass vs the little old lady who takes out his car with her purse, the girl who takes out the would-be purse snatcher in the elevator, and the Best Man's EPIC fail for dumping the bride and the pastor in the pool are probably my favorites, but I did have to make Brian rewind for the windmill fail ... and one other because it was just so crazy.

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Ok. So it's not Wapsi Square. But it amuses me and it's BSG, so it's all good. :-)

It's also short. And contains spoilers if you aren't all caught up.
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What you know cannot really hurt you.

A 'Black Swan' is a large-impact, hard-to-predict, and rare event beyond the realm of normal expectations.

The term black swan comes from the ancient Western conception that 'All swans are white'. In that context, a black swan was a metaphor for something that could not exist. The 17th Century discovery of black swans in Australia metamorphosed the term to connote that the perceived impossibility actually came to pass.
(from wikipedia)

The September 11, 2001 attacks were a 'black swan'.

The sub-prime crisis is another Black Swan event.

The NY Times has the first chapter of Nassim Taleb's book. I thought it was interesting:

The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable

First, it is an outlier, as it lies outside the realm of regular expectations, because nothing in the past can convincingly point to its possibility. Second, it carries an extreme impact. Third, in spite of its outlier status, human nature makes us concoct explanations for its occurrence after the fact, making it explainable and predictable.

The central idea of this book concerns our blindness with respect to randomness, particularly the large deviations: Why do we, scientists or nonscientists, hotshots or regular Joes, tend to see the pennies instead of the dollars? Why do we keep focusing on the minutiae, not the possible significant large events, in spite of the obvious evidence of their huge influence? And, if you follow my argument, why does reading the newspaper actually decrease your knowledge of the world?

Related links:
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Earth Hour, run by WWF, the conservation organisation, is a global climate change initiative which calls on individuals and businesses around the world, to turn off their lights for one hour on Saturday March 29 2008 between 8 pm and 9pm.

The aim of the campaign is to express that individual action on a mass scale can help change our planet for the better.

The event itself will clearly demonstrate in participating cities, the connection between energy usage and climate change, showing that we as broader community can address the biggest threat our planet has ever faced.

My page on Earth Hour

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(nearly) Full Snow Moon
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Lots of days have been rough the last week or so, but today went relatively easy. It was nice not to be all strung out and ready to smack the next person to get on my nerves.

I signed Isaac up for a session of camp at the YMCA where he takes swim. I talked to the director about what we do if this is a disaster because it isn't cheap and they have a no refund policy. He said he would "evaluate the situation" and I suppose I could make them keep him until they give me my money back. Each session is two weeks and he wanted the one with outer space (they do music week 2). The next was 'once upon a time, music, theater and magic' and I was tempted to sign him up for that too, but I was afraid I was pushing my luck.

We went to a Mexican place for lunch and Isaac actually remembered to say 'gracias' for thank you. The guy thought it was funny and answered in Spanish to which Isaac sighed and shook his head, "I only speak one word." I had tried to sign us up for a pre-K Spanish class but it didn't have enough people. I might do a little bit with him since I wouldn't mind knowing more of the language.

He's starting to finally really grasp his letters. I bought an old chalk board mini desk that I used to have (which Fisher Price has suddenly reissued) and we've been matching the magnets to the stencil and spelling. He knows enough letters now that it's not totally frustrating, and he enjoys being able to spell and "read" words. We did that on a piece of paper while we were waiting for our food and it helped kill several minutes. It also helped pace the rate at which the chips were vanishing. :-)

He helped with grocery shopping. The store had little carts and he loaded his with more produce than I needed, helped pick out the fish (sorta) and at least didn't crash into anyone as he raced around. I got carded for buying a bottle of wine, which was cool until I found out they card for under 40 and the manager almost let me go because she figured I was at least that old (the cashier, bless her, did not).

They took naps (yay!), we played, went for a walk (he mostly rode his bike), ate dinner (an amazing amount of food vanished into those little bodies tonight) took their baths and into bed they went. Princess was out almost immediately, but Isaac rattled around a bit. So long as I got to go out and practice a few shots at the moon, he could putz around all he wanted. I am hoping the practice, standing outside freezing my cheeks off, helps me get a good shot of the eclipse tomorrow. I should be able to see the whole thing and it's the last one until December 2010.
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Was poking at headlines and came across this. More than just food for thought, it's stuff I should do, stuff I've thought about doing, and only one is done.

If you get hit by a bus tomorrow
By Elizabeth Cohen

ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) -- Mark Balduzzi isn't old. He isn't sick. He isn't paranoid, either. But he's seen enough shootings, car accidents, and 52-car pile ups to know his life could end at any moment.

"Even though I think I have another 30 good years left, I know tomorrow I could get hit on the road by some nitwit," says Balduzzi, 50, who was a police officer for 15 years and a paramedic for eight in New York and is now a health and safety consultant for the insurance industry.

That's why he has all his ducks in a row: He's filled out all the right forms so his wife can make medical and financial decisions for him in case he can't make them himself.

We don't like to think about it, but any of us could get hit tomorrow by a nitwit. So here, step by step, is what to do now to prepare.

Step 1: Put crucial medical information in wallet and glove box

Step 2: Put your "in case of emergency" numbers in wallet, glove box
This one is sorta done - they're all in my cellphone, both for me and the kids. Home is listed, Dr's are labeled by who they're for.

Step 3: Appoint someone to make decisions for you

Step 4: Don't forget the HIPAA release form

Step 5: Give these forms to several people, and tell your family whom you've appointed to make decisions for you

(full article here:
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One of my favorite pictures got chosen for the Sierra Club's "Daily Ray of Hope". I was pretty tickled when I got the email from them, and then I get paired with Einstein? Bonus!

The newsletter subscribe page:
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Ahh.... gotta love the good vibes our currect president and his regime inspire. The husband's favorite is the "race for the moon". I think I might be partial to "democracy at gunpoint".
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And people still think they can believe a thing they see?

The Parrodile, Tigerbear and two of the 'griffins', Feeling Peckish and Eagle-dog" are my faves.
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Gotta love a woman with the guts to post a rule and enforce it to the fullest!

'Meanest mom on planet' sells son's car

DES MOINES, Iowa (AP) -- Jane Hambleton has dubbed herself the "meanest mom on the planet."

After finding alcohol in her son's car, she decided to sell the car and share her 19-year-old's misdeed with everyone -- by placing an ad in the local newspaper.

The ad reads: "OLDS 1999 Intrigue. Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for three weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet."

Hambleton has heard from people besides interested buyers since recently placing the ad in The Des Moines Register.

The 48-year-old from Fort Dodge says she has fielded more than 70 telephone calls from emergency room technicians, nurses, school counselors and even a Georgia man who wanted to congratulate her.

"The ad cost a fortune, but you know what? I'm telling people what happened here," Hambleton says. "I'm not just gonna put the car for resale when there's nothing wrong with it, except the driver made a dumb decision.

"It's overwhelming the number of calls I've gotten from people saying 'Thank you, it's nice to see a responsible parent.' So far there are no calls from anyone saying, 'You're really strict. You're real overboard, lady."'

The only critic is her son, who Hambleton says is "very, very unhappy" with the ad and claims the alcohol was left by a passenger.

Hambleton believes her son but has decided mercy isn't the best policy in this case. She says she set two rules when she bought the car at Thanksgiving: No booze, and always keep it locked.

The car has been sold, but Hambleton says she will continue the ad for another week -- just for the feedback. 

(found on another blog/site:
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Dad was looking at this site yesterday and we were cracking up. He sent me the link this morning, so I thought I would share:

Still waiting for Brian to return (but at least he's called) and Isaac is napping so I've actually had time to read. I finished Vol. 3 of Y: The Last Man, which sees Yorik possibly having male company in a few months, the introduction of yet another faction (ninjas this time! going with the 'every story is better with ninjas, maybe?) and the return of Hero. Still wondering what the hell the Senator/mother was thinking.

Now I need a word with the librarian. My library system seems to be missing Vol 4. Though they have all the others after. Hopefully they can get it, or find where it's been misfiled.
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Ya know... there's a part of me that *really* wants Shelly to slug her. I want her to be fast enough to make the connection. And if Jin's a bit surprised by the power behind the impact, that would be nice, too.
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Found a new strip and some of it has totally cracked me up.
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Which is sad, because we don't have very many left. Even sadder - the river birch in back has already started to drop a few leaves, and a maple up the street is already tinged in red. It is WAY too early for that, but there it is. :-/

It was a busy weekend. We took Isaac up to the Mountain Laurel Center/Tom Ridge Pavilion to see Laurie Berkner. For the pre-school set, she's a major rock star. Even had her own tot sized mosh pit going. According to Brian (who took Isaac down to participate in the mosh) said the venue photographer was complaining that it was worse than GooGoo Dolls. My theory is that the adults would get out of the way, but the children -not realizing that he's supposed to be privileged- ignored him as just another random adult.

We bought him his very first concert t-shirt (I may have trouble getting that off of him long enough to wash) and a book and he's asking to go again. He would also like to invite Laurie to our house. I told him I'd send her a letter.

After the show we stopped at Bushkill Falls (we were driving past, didn't have to make an extra turn, why not). The falls are lovely and it was a nice walk. At one point the little man was so distracted looking around that he stepped right off a step. SPLAT. Right in mud. Fortunately, it was just one step and not a whole flight, so he wasn't hurt, just stunned and very dirty. Nice was it was, I wish I'd been wearing better shoes but as painful as the hips are today from the bit we did, it's a good thing I didn't. I'd say we'd do more the next time we went, but traffic getting in and out was pretty bad. There were random slowdowns on I-80 getting there, and one particularly bad intersection we crawled through both ways. Made a long drive even longer, especially with two small children who were so over-tired and wound up that they couldn't sleep.

We'd been hoping the walk and lunch would take him down from the concert high, but no such luck. He had trouble going to sleep and then, since he never sleeps well that tired, he was up at 5:15 this morning rattling around. Which means I've been up since 5:15, and I didn't get to nap. :-p

But today was pretty low-key. We swam, he let me take pictures (I need to do the invitations for his birthday party and wanted one for that) and I taught him how to swim with a mask and snorkel. He'll need several more lessons, but he was very excited about it. I'm hoping he's got a hang of it by the time we get to Cozumel so he can go out with me.

Princess hit the 10 month mark last week. She's now up to 16 lbs, so just a bit bigger than when folks saw her at TBR, but still fitting into all her 3-6 month cloths. Back to Laurie: the concert was the first place I've been where, after asking me how old she is, people responded, 'aw, she's little!'. Other people are always telling me how big she looks and I want to ask them what country they're from that she qualifies as big.

Last week was also our first week without camp. Ouch. Friday it rained and in desperation I called a play place to see if they had 'free play'. They did. Right when I needed it, for just an hour. I rushed over to make sure we got all of it we could, and there was a group of boys just his age to play with. And he played nicely!! There were a few little girls he tried to play with when the boys took a break... and that was a disaster. As far as the girls were concerned, they were being assaulted and they burst into tears, screamed, the one was demanding that her father take the little man out, and then she hit him. He took that to mean she did want to play, and went after her. The screaming escalated. She hit him in the head with a ball. He launched a whole arm-full at her. None of them got any where near her, but she got hysterical at that point and her father finally got her to Go.Somewhere.Else. The boys came back and he played again with them for another half hour. The girl was bawling again 10 minutes later because someone else had done something. Not a child I would want, but hopefully we can go back and there will be more little boys for him to rough house with.
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I'm a fan. They have a movie. One day I'll get around to buying one of the books.

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A disorderly mind eventually gets to the point.

I think I followed a link off [ profile] kadath's journal, to .... some journal I've been to several times but now can't find a link to. Hmm. I hate when that happens. [ profile] princejvstin might know what I'm talking about, I know he reads it too.

Anyway, on this link, or maybe I clicked through to the next entry (my memory is so shoddy these days) was a review for "The Last Man." There was some discussion of the science/biology regarding the premise. I think it's highly unlikely that any virus could systematically wipe out all males, especially since some lower mammals are already starting to breed without it (based off another half remembered article in ... I think the magazine from the Museum of Natural History).

Good grief. I should run away from the computer now. Clearly, one cup of coffee is not sufficient this morning.

AnyWAY..... I thought the book sounded interesting enough to promptly look it up on my library's site and drop it in my virtual bookbag. When I was getting ready to take the little man, I put in my request. They call me to tell me it's there, we run in, he gets a few things, I pick up my book and we're back out before there are incidents.

This morning, I had a moment where I could read. I was so excited. It's such a rare event! And I had my coffee and I sat down, and the baby was playing happily and...... it's the wrong book. They gave me Book 3 of the series instead of Book 1. *sigh*



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