The different styles of showering as practiced by women and men, according to The World of Doorman-Priest: How to Shower
Women: Fruity Clean. Men: Woo Woo!
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Monthly Archives: March 2008
The High Poo-ronic
Apparently, a little brown book by two researchers called “What’s Your Poo Telling You?” is making a bit of a splash. Not a plop, plop, constipated splash, but an elegant high-fiber “swoosh” splash that Olympic divers practice for years to attain:
Poo and your health | Salon Life
The moment is ripe to come clean about our inner workings, say coauthors Sheth and Richman, who met when they were undergraduates at Brown University (where else?). Sheth, along with other collegiate pastimes, developed what he calls the PQI, or Poo Quality Index, that he and fellow students would use to compare the superiority of their bowel movements. Years later, the pair reconnected when Richman, who works in Silicon Valley to develop clean-energy technology, got back in touch with Sheth, who’d since become a gastroenterologist fellow at Yale University School of Medicine. “Poo has been in a societal sewer,” says Richman. “It’s something people didn’t feel comfortable talking about outside a small circle of friends. What we’re seeing is a cultural evolution where it’s no longer a taboo subject.”
Hat tip, a favorite book, and some quiet time to Eileen for this interesting read.
Some People Are Invited Rather Than Barging In
I wish the disloyal opposition of the Episcopal/Anglican flavor of church would take note:
Marking the annual Palm Sunday celebrations and the start of a week-long visit to the Holy Land, Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori preached March 16 at St. George’s Cathedral in Jerusalem at the invitation of Bishop Suheil Dawani of the Episcopal Diocese of Jerusalem.
See? Bishop Katharine was invited. She did not barge in on her host and announce plans for a big “No Gurlz or Gayz” party in his house, over his objections. That’s how it’s done.
We Drank The Kool-Aid
My husband David and I – as he noted on his blog – were finally seduced by the Light Side, the Forces of Brightness, the White Lord of the Pith, the Core of All Good, etc. etc. We both got iPhones as we’d previously warned.
Stupidly, we went to Woodfield Mall yesterday, rather than driving to the brand new AT&T store on Algonquin in Rolling Meadows, which as of March 17th had 16G iPhones. The Apple store was out of the 16G’s and didn’t expect to get any for some time, so we shrugged and said “Okay, we’ll take the 8G phones, we won’t need the extra capacity, it was just a thought.”
We may yet have cause to regret this impetuousity.
Then as David described, we didn’t stick around in the realms of Paradise long enough to deal with picking out a skin or case, but went off in the direction of home and stopped at a BuyMart on the way. No skins for iPhones, as they don’t carry stuff for things they don’t actually carry for some silly reason.
Last night was spent getting the phones set up, which as David noted was relatively easy. I would have been set up faster if I had been more comfortable with the way the gadget syncs up – it was waiting for me to tell iTunes which playlists and songs to bring over: all, selected playlists, or only checked songs. So it was waiting for me to tell it for like 20 minutes. Duh.
As I’m not an Outlook user, my only option for importing phone numbers and names and email addresses was by laboriously entering them into the Windows addressbook, as iTunes isn’t configured to pick it up from Thunderbird. Also, not configured to pick up Firefox bookmarks, only Explorer. Whut??
Still getting used to it, but loving the way SMS text messages go back and forth. I like the feel of it in my hand, and with the gel skin on it I bought at lunch, it feels secure and now even has embryonic LRF support.
One reason I wanted it was so that during slow times at work, I could keep up with newsreading, if not outright blogging or tweeting or whatever.
And it works admirably for that… propped up in the pen tray of my desk calendar, it looks like it’s supposed to be there, and can flick it to scroll down. Still getting used to how pages are served and taken away, but I tried to either use Bloglines‘ “blog this” feature or the occasional del.icio.us which mostly seemed to work (although it was a bit cumbersome trying to log in). I learned quickly enough how to put links on my “home” screens.
And then while browsing BoingBoing, I came across this timely link:
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BBtv – Klaus Pierre Does Pirates of Pantaluma
I can’t explain why I find these little adventures of the French-German action hero funny and strangely compelling; they just are. In this one, Klaus wigs out in several languages and takes off into a park wearing a pirate shirt and puffy pants, which he gives back.
Odd News: File under “dumbass”
Cops: Teen tried to steal cruiser’s gas – Yahoo! News
LAMBERTVILLE, Mich. – A Monroe County sheriff’s detective on a stakeout to catch an arsonist arrested the suspect as he tried to steal gas from the officer’s cruiser. Officers were placed around homes currently under construction after police had gotten two arson complaints within the past week.
Fone Etykit: Or, How To Take A Message
There are a number of my co-workers that need to be reminded how to properly take a phone message:
- Send an email.Â
- Â Send an email. Don’t get up, scribble an illegible message with no date or time, walk all the way over here and drop it on my desk where I won’t see it and it gets covered up.
- Â Put that little pink pad/tiny little sticky note/random torn-off scrap of paper away; send an email.
It really irks when someone calls repeatedly – if I don’t answer, either I’m on a call or away from my desk. And then they walk over and hover anxiously at my elbow until I’m off the call or can put someone on hold to inquire.
90% of the time, it’s a routine call that anyone can handle, it’s not a crisis. The times when I come and stand at another agent’s desk are when they’ve got control of a record that I need to ticket because someone’s standing at the gate screaming their head off. I don’t hover for “so-and-so wants to talk to you because you helped them before” or “They asked for you, I don’t know why.”
It is to sigh.
Bad Bishop: Not Fooling Anybody From The Bully(ing) Pulpit
IOL: Mugabe is ‘a prophet of God’ – rebel bishop
Last year, Kunonga withdrew from the Anglican province of Central Africa to set up his own province in Zimbabwe, ostensibly in a row about homosexuality.
But his critics claim he was really just preserving his own position. The mother church fired him last month. He has been steadily abandoned by all the parishes in Zimbabwe and now serves a community of only a few dozen worshippers who fill a few pews in the cathedral on Sunday mornings.
“We will not use the cathedral for services again until we have reconsecrated or sanctified it from the act of sacrilege done by Kunonga in that place,” said Bishop Bakare, who was brought out of retirement from eastern Zimbabwe to take over the cathedral parish temporarily.
Africa and its Anglicans is the “big stick” in the Communion, used by conservatives to try to verger we misguided majority-liberal, minority-conservative American Episcopalians into line. We’re constantly being reminded that there are far more Nigerians, Kenyans, Zimbabweans, Ugandans and other Africans in the pews in the Southern Hemisphere than there are English, Europeans, Canadians, and Americans in the Northern half of the globe (the Kiwis and the Ozzies mostly align with the North, with some standout exceptions).
Is this truly the example we are supposed to follow? Fall in with intolerance simply because there’s far more bottoms in the pews in countries were corruption and violence against gays are understood to have the Church’s blessing, or at least its acquiescent silence?
Kunonga, now deposed Bad Bishop of Harare, is failing to rally his base from the evidence in this story; his flock have caught on to his ways and have voted with their feet. They don’t bother about his assertions about homosexuality corrupting the Western church, and are making it clear that they would prefer to follow another leader. He still has a bully pulpit, the cathedral church, but with only a few dozen parishioner-thugs, he’s really just a pulpit bully preaching to an empty building behind padlocked gates.
The Zimbabwean Anglicans will need to do some serious purifications after he and his dirty laundry are finally kicked to the curb.
Faux Cream Puff! Beware!!
Take note: if you eat at Kampai, the local sushi joint not far from O’Hare, THIS IS NOT A CREAM PUFF with CHOCOLATE! It is bean paste with brown bean sauce and white bean sauce! It is a savory masquerading as a dessert! Beware!
Via: Flickr Title: 02-02-08_1802.jpg By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 14 Mar ’08, 9.43pm CDT PST
Shh! Canz Haid Behinz Shrubby! DONUT DO WANT!
“Dream stakeout at donut shoppe”
The local constabulary is in the habit of parking in the empty lot next to Dunkin Donuts, rather than take up a lot of spaces in their rather small lot. Either that, or they think that nobody will see them if they hide behind the bushes.
Via: Flickr Title: 01-07-08_0734.jpg By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 14 Mar ’08, 9.41pm CDT PST
Dream stakeout at donut shoppe