Guess Who

Guess who's twenty two and who's birthday it is today???

Give up? Here's a hint:





Me.

Power Naps, Part 2

I'll guess that in... November, I posted a lament about my incapacity to take effective power naps. Not only could I not convince myself to sleep for 15-20 minutes and then immediately get up....leading to three hour naps, but I also couldn't prove if 15-20 minute power naps even worked. Of course, this was because I couldn't get up. It's a chicken/egg situation.

Well I have news! My ways have changed, if only momentarily! In the last week, I've managed to successfully sleep for 15-20 minutes, awaking when that time has expired to astounding results!!!! They do work! I only received four hours of sleep on Friday night into Saturday and with a fifteen minute power nap was able to continue going strong, with no drowsiness until three o'clock Sunday morning. That's a feat in a my book!

Precisely

This was just too cool('cause I'm weird like that) and had to share.

When I pulled into work this morning, I turned off the car just as the CD I was listening to changed to track 11, reading 0:00 for seconds played. So naturally when I started the car to leave, it began playing from the first second of the song. I'm driving home, rocking out to this one song--which happened to be Dead Poetic's "Paralytic" off their album "Vices"--and as I pulled in front of my house and turned the off the ignition, with no pause whatsoever. I looked at the time and the song ended as the key was turning at 4:23 seconds, and as I pulled the key out there was one extra second before the lack of electricity registers and it went to track 11, reading 0:00.

I don't know why, but I found that fascinating. So it took me EXACTLY four minutes and twenty four seconds to get home. Hush! I ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS!!

HB of O

If there's an absolutely MONSTROUS cornflake in my Honey Bunches of Oats, and no one is around to appreciate it, does it make a crunch??

Little Things

I was at my friends today, or was it yesterday? The summer days get muddled and run together like mashed potatoes and gravy. Anyway, I was at his crib during some point in the last 48 hours. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and reaching for the soap remembered why I love washing my hands there. Okay, that sounds weird, so I will explain: When I squeezed the soap dispenser I noted the orangey hue and realized this was my favorite hand soap, which his dear mother always has in stock. The reason I love this soap so fervently is the scent. Contrary to possible speculation that the orange colour may represent a orange(fruit) scent, this is not so. In fact, the soap is the most generic brand and ubiquitous scent quite possibly, of all soaps. If I’m fortunate enough to find a classy public bathroom carrying this soap, as opposed to that disgusting foamy concoction they call soap, I’m equally unable to establish which brand of soap this is so that I can purchase for my personal home use. However, after some in depth research and investigative reporting, I was able to determine that the brand Dial, does make it. I don’t know if it’s only them, but one is enough. Now all I need to do is find a way to purchase the soapy awesomeness in massive quantities. Does BJ’s sell soap??

I have to undercut my previous statements though, because as my title indicated, it’s little things like this— those pleasant and unexpected surprises— that make each day special, unique, and worth living to its fullest. If I were to constantly have the soap in my household, available to my disposal, the potential exists that I would lose, or no longer have, appreciation for the surprise finding that soap brings to my day and the smile to my face.

I know that’s really bizarre, but I also know that every person has something just as bizarre holding a special place in their life. So I guess what I’m really tryin’ to say is, what’s yours??

Tender is the Night

A couple months ago my friend Megan and I were in Barnes & Nobles. In particular, we were perusing over novels and works by famous and acclaimed authors. When I picked up a complication of Herman Melville’s other works aside from Moby Dick, Megan said, “You know, I wonder if the specific book we know and study by an author is the one that the author actually thought was his or her best work.” I thought that to be a really interesting point. Like, what if Herman Melville thought Moby Dick stunk, or Lewis Caroll thought he wrote much better novels than Alice in Wonderland? What were the favorite books each respective author has written and is each the same as the one we revere so much?
Lo, I’m currently reading Tender is the Night by, and its funny I even have to say his name, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Everyone knows The Great Gatsby, and most know This Side of Paradise, but neither one according to his testimony was his greatest work. Not even close. Fitzgerald thought Tender is the Night was by far, the best novel he had written. However, as it’s strikingly evident was not as well received by the media and critics alike. Most said it wasn’t very good and it steady declined in sales after selling only 12,000 copies in the first couple months after its release, tapering off to nothing. For that reason, the book is generally unknown to the public eye.
I found this so intriguing but also somewhat dismaying. I guess the concept is just plain weird, but finding an example that exactly corresponded with that conversation I felt obligated to elaborate on it and share my findings.

Cage Match, Round 2

I should post these more often. The occasions where I wonder what the difference between two very similar words are, happens more frequently that one might think.

Saving a spurious explanation, I'll cut straight to the point and let the words speak for themselves. (Get it? ...speak for themsel--Humor me!)

This weeks cage match: Collage versus Montage. I think through some research I've come to a minimal understanding of their differences, but any additional examples to assist in better defining them, would be welcomed.