Two posts in one day? I must be working late in the office...
2.11 -- Amount spent on grapes and tomatoes
4169672600 -- Phone number I called
49 -- Minutes it took to walk to work today
-9 -- Current temperature in Celsius outside
19 -- Minutes in the shower
7 -- Bars of Ritter Sport Erdbeer Joghurt Inga brought back from Germany
91 -- House number of the address I'm going to later
2 -- People I saw pick their nose today
177 -- Days until my birthday
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My day in numbers. Priceless?
You know what else is priceless? The fact that I found this Radiolab podcast on numbers. Take a listen!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Words of wisdom
I was reading Ellen Lupton's "Thinking With Type" book. And even though it's a book mainly aimed at designers and typographers, she included some free advice at the back of the book that translates well to the writer as well as life in general. Some of my favourites include:
Say more, write less.
Spend more, buy less. (Cheap stuff is usually cheap because of how it's made, what it's made of and who made it. Buy better quality good, less often.)
May your thoughts be deep and your wounds be shallow.
Make the shoe fit, not the foot.
It is easier to talk than to listen.
Build the discourse. (She's talking about design being social and living in society, but this can cross over to writers and any kind of creative community such as artists, musicians, magicians, spoken word performers, etc. Essentially, join/build a community of like-minded folks who are committed to the same thing you are and to share that with the world whenever possible.)
Go forth and reproduce. (You can take this any which way you want. Be it sexy times or reproduce creativity...)
Say more, write less.
Spend more, buy less. (Cheap stuff is usually cheap because of how it's made, what it's made of and who made it. Buy better quality good, less often.)
May your thoughts be deep and your wounds be shallow.
Make the shoe fit, not the foot.
It is easier to talk than to listen.
Build the discourse. (She's talking about design being social and living in society, but this can cross over to writers and any kind of creative community such as artists, musicians, magicians, spoken word performers, etc. Essentially, join/build a community of like-minded folks who are committed to the same thing you are and to share that with the world whenever possible.)
Go forth and reproduce. (You can take this any which way you want. Be it sexy times or reproduce creativity...)
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Won't you join me in some cubicle/chair dancing?
Some oldies but goodies:
I love the lyrics. How do you go wrong with lines like, "Without 40 ounces of social skills, I'm just an ass in the crack of humanity"?
And of course, The Zombies. I sing this song to myself all the time.
And finally, these two have been on my roster lately. It aids in making that 3 pm hump go by faster:
I love the lyrics. How do you go wrong with lines like, "Without 40 ounces of social skills, I'm just an ass in the crack of humanity"?
And of course, The Zombies. I sing this song to myself all the time.
And finally, these two have been on my roster lately. It aids in making that 3 pm hump go by faster:
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Mole-y Mole-y Moley
Adrian Mole is the best. I started reading the books years ago, and I still hope someday I'll be able to describe cucumber sandwiches as "poncey" and my tea as "weak as a sailor's arsehole."
Thank-you, Sue Townsend!
Thank-you, Sue Townsend!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Doesn't matter if you're black or white...
Other uses for TVs 
Nourishment
Soon-to-be Big Papa
Watch out for this Peeping Tom
Faces in places
Kalimba
Kalimba in action
Post-apocalyptic hope
Nourishment
Soon-to-be Big Papa
Watch out for this Peeping Tom
Faces in places
Kalimba
Kalimba in action
Post-apocalyptic hope
Monday, December 28, 2009
Setting sail on the Bluenose
What up, 2009? Why have you been the banner year for the grim reaper? Holy celeb deaths galore: Natasha Richardson, Ed McMahon, David Carradine, Bea Arthur, Estelle Getty, Farrah Fawcett, Patrick Swayze, Michael Jackson and Brittany Murphy. Need I go on? Compared to 2008's death list (read: Heath Ledger) you'd think Mr. Reaper was one of the few companies not affected by the recession and had more hired help.
On a personal level, 2009 was a rough year for some dear friendlies of mine, filled with heartache, heart break, mistakes and outtakes. And I had such high hopes for 2009. The motto was supposed to be, "2009: looking fine." Instead it turned into, "2009: pass the wine."
Well, I suppose you know what "they" say. With so much death, there's bound to be lots of rebirth. Here's to hoping that the birth canal of 2010 will be a relatively painless and colourful one.
Things are already starting to look up as 2009 winds down and 2010 is lacing up its runners, getting ready to receive the baton.
There's something in the air. And it smells like cinnamon hearts. I have friends who are getting lovey dovey, going back to school, getting married, buying property and moving cities and having babies. Big changes are coming. Ginormous things are happening. Get ready.
And yo, 2010? Listen up, kiddo -- I hope you don't mind that Matt has so fondly dubbed you "The Dime" -- but I'd really appreciate if you could send some love to my friends who need it. Just a little wink or a high five should do it, maybe a fist or elbow bump for the H1N1-wary. Thanks. We good. We solid.
On a personal level, 2009 was a rough year for some dear friendlies of mine, filled with heartache, heart break, mistakes and outtakes. And I had such high hopes for 2009. The motto was supposed to be, "2009: looking fine." Instead it turned into, "2009: pass the wine."
Well, I suppose you know what "they" say. With so much death, there's bound to be lots of rebirth. Here's to hoping that the birth canal of 2010 will be a relatively painless and colourful one.
Things are already starting to look up as 2009 winds down and 2010 is lacing up its runners, getting ready to receive the baton.
There's something in the air. And it smells like cinnamon hearts. I have friends who are getting lovey dovey, going back to school, getting married, buying property and moving cities and having babies. Big changes are coming. Ginormous things are happening. Get ready.
And yo, 2010? Listen up, kiddo -- I hope you don't mind that Matt has so fondly dubbed you "The Dime" -- but I'd really appreciate if you could send some love to my friends who need it. Just a little wink or a high five should do it, maybe a fist or elbow bump for the H1N1-wary. Thanks. We good. We solid.
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