Monday, March 23, 2009
On Spencer Pond
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
LOST in Cincinnati
That title works for 2 reasons. First, this place is cool (and sad!), this guy’s blog is cool (and full of sad things!), and as Kelly suggested, this would be a great “stimulus” project:
http://www.sweet-juniper.com/2009/03/hole.html
Get it? The building complex is “lost” in
Second, there’s a guy who went to high school in
And for the under-educated (as Rob put it), Radzinsky is the guy who lived in the Hatch with the guy who was in the Hatch when Desmond got there. He made that big map on the blast door, out of fabric softener or something else that glows in the black light, so you could only see it when the Hatch was in lockdown. He was trying to figure out what was going on there. This is the map that Locke was so fascinated with.
And I pointed out to Rob that this description sounds completely cracked out. If you didn’t watch the show, you would always think I had eaten some shrooms before watching to come up with a statement like that.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
What's on my mind: Stretching
Stretching. I know. It’s weird that this occurs to me, but I just stood up after sitting in one spot for a couple of hours, and I was overtaken with the need to stretch. But this seems impractical to me from an evolutionary perspective, like, how in the world am I going to jump up and run away from the wooly mammoth if I have to stand up and stretch first? I know that the adrenal response overrides the stretching, but still. It seems weird. What is actually happening when we stretch? Dogs stretch. Cats stretch. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen a squirrel or a bird stretch. I actually can’t think of seeing any wild animals stretch. So is this something that only comes with millennia of domestication? What is the purpose and the value of stretching?
I know; it’s boring and weird. But it’s What’s on my mind™.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Random Thoughts on a Sunny Day
I like to think that I’m a little creative, fairly bright, and completely counter-cultural. So how is it that I can get sucked into an entire hour of Nancy Grace shouting at her own guest commentators, night after night, like it’s the most compelling television out there? I’ve lost a shameful amount of my life to this little circus of
Is the area in between Mariemont and
I really dig that