Ruminate.
That’s a fantastic word. I need to do more ruminating.
I hereby vow, dear reader, to do less thinking and more ruminating.
Rumination
Kauai newsflash
This just in from Mike in Kauai.
There are roosters freaking everywhere on that Hawaiian island.
Who would have thought?
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The earnestness of being earnest
I just noticed an e-mail in my inbox with the subject line:
Advice from a lawyer (Not a joke).
It makes me a little nervous that we deem it necessary to clarify suggestions from a legal professional as being earnest in nature.
Yikes.
What does this imply about our judicial system?
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Summer dreams
I just had to move my seat at the coffee shop because the sunlight reflecting off of an SUV in the parking lot was blinding me.
I figured the potential for a tan wasn’t worth the lasting effects on my vision.
Sigh.
I love summer, and I love Boulder, and I love coffee shops.
Oh how I hope I can earn money with this freelancing thing …
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My brain on “repeat”
It’s usually annoying when you get a song stuck in your head, but here are three worst case scenarios:
1. It’s song #9 on the first cd of your favorite local bluegrass band … in other words, nobody else knows the song. You pretty much look like a moron bee-bopping to an obscure tune that’s completely unfamiliar to the other 99.5 percent of humanity.
2. It’s a popular song, but you only know two-thirds of the chorus. Insert humming here … Yeah, that’s frustrating because not only is the song on repeat … it’s those same seven words that are on repeat.
3. It’s a song from your childhood, namely something by Raffi or Sesame Street. I’ve been liking “oat, oat, oat, oples and banonos” for the past three hours … rough.
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Mix Master Mike
Sitting in Mike’s lab right now, writing an article (and blogging) while he works on his fluids experiment, I feel like I’m learning so much more about him.
Not because he’s explaining his engineering techniques to me.
And not because I’m getting to see him in action.
It’s entirely because Pandora is blaring a sweet combination of Stevie Wonder, The Beatles and Aerosmith, and he’s dancing around as if his life depended on it.
At first I was flattered to think that he was trying to impress me, but since he’s been jumping and jiving for the past half an hour (and he’s showing no signs of stopping), my ego is starting to deflate a bit as I realize his joviality has nothing to do with me.