I can’t write tonight. So I thought I’d post a video instead.
Here’s Aimee Mann.
Month: November 2007
11 11 bits for 11/11
It’s now 11:00. And today is 11/11. So it seems only fitting that I should bring you some 11-related content.
- 11:11 My favorite time to see on a digital clock. Whenever John or I notice it, we always say “eleven eleven.” (I suppose unless we are in some sort of situation where that might be inappropriate. [Insert inappropriate situation here.] )
- I came across this little poem when I was little. (Before I was 11, even.) Each digit should be pronounced by name. (So for any “1” say “one.”)
11 was a racehorse
22 was 12
1111 race 1 day
22112 - 11 is 3 in binary
- musical eleventh:
In music or music theory an eleventh is the note eleven scale degrees from the root of a chord and also the interval between the root and the eleventh.
- Apollo 11: landed on the moon in 1969. With people in it.
- The movie “Ocean’s Eleven” (1960) and the (2001) remake.
- The Armistice ending WWI went into effect on the 11th day of the 11th month. At the 11th hour, no less.
- The eleventh hour: the last minute before a deadline. As in “I’m usually scrambling to get my work done up to the eleventh hour.”
- The eleven o-clock news: a common time, and label, for late-night TV news.
- Elevenses. A light, late-morning snack traditional in the UK. Now seen as a bit old-fashioned. (As if snacking could ever go out of style.)
- “These go up to 11.” Nigel Tufnel of Spinal Tap is proud of his amplifiers, whose volume control dials have numbers that go all the way up to 11. Not 10 like other amps. So it must be better. And this list goes up to 11, too, you know. Lists that go up to 11 are better than lists that only go up to 10.
I do doodle. Do you?
I doodled today. I do like to doodle. (I also like to say the word doodle. Also noodle. I may well have to doodle a noodle just so I can talk about it.) Anyhow, here is what I did doodle.
My doodle, as photographed by John.
Today we went into Boston (John, Phoebe and me) to go to a computational linguistics meeting. We (that is John and I, not Phoebe) were part of the group’s foundation almost 6 years ago, and were very active in the group for several years. But for that past few months, the group has been largely hibernating. (Not the people so much. They’ve been largely awake. But busy.) We’ve decided to reanimate the group, though. Which is great. I did, however, volunteer to do actual work for said group, before my mind had a chance to catch up with my mouth. And as such, I have given myself even more metaphorical bagel over which to spread my figurative cream cheese.
After the meeting, John wanted to go to a camera shop in Cambridge. This seemed fair, especially since all during the meeting, John had been pretty tied up with Phoebe. (Don’t worry, not literally tied up. We used duct tape, not rope. No, no, no, I mean John was busy keeping Phoebe occupied.) We’d brought a few toys, but they didn’t hold interest her for long. John and Phoebe went wandering for a bit, and came back with, among other items, a new box of crayons and a pad of drawing paper.
By the time the meeting finished, over an hour past Phoebe’s usual naptime, Phoebe was both wired and tired. Within a few minutes of being back in the car, though, she was out. (As in asleep. But still in the car.) So when we stopped at the camera store, I decided to just hang out in the car with Phoebe so she could nap. I figured I had my laptop to keep me busy, anyhow, and I could even do some work. However, my laptop ran out of battery within a few minutes. And I found myself with no reading material other than a sort of sad little board book we’d gotten from the pediatrician’s office.
So I decided to take advantage of the crayons.
Here’s what I doodled while waiting in the car. (I did a bit of the coloring after we were moving, but discovered that I get carsick when drawing in the car. Not something I’d known. I can’t read in the car, but I didn’t realize doodling would be a problem.)
I added a bit more to it while John was giving Phoebe a bath.
Then I finished it up once Phoebe was in bed.
I also fiddled a bit with the levels in iPhoto, since I had trouble getting the color right in the picture. (These 4 photos are ones I took, by the way.) And I stumbled across this weird effect: when I boosted the saturation and the contrast, there was a point in the levels adjustment where the white paper appeared black, and the opaque crayon bits came out white. Nifty, huh?
pull up a chair
The Just Posts roundtable is up once more, and I just can’t keep myself away from (or keep my elbows off) that table. The Just Posts are a monthly event where we are invited to join in, by submitting posts that speak to the common goal of making the world a better place. You can see them right now at jen’s, mad’s, hel’s and suzanne’s. (Each of those posts has the whole list, but the hostesses also add a bit more to the discussion.)
And while I have your ear, let me whisper a small confession. I nominate my own posts. Whereas some folks consider the Just Posts an award list (and they are that, as well) the hostesses stress that this is also a roundtable. People are invited to submit their own posts.
The first time I participated, I sent an email with some nominations for other people’s posts. And I hoped that maybe someone would find one of my own posts worthy. But then I realized that there was a good chance that no one else would nominate me, and then I’d just feel bummed and left out and discouraged. So I nominated my own post, and felt a bit tacky. Since then, I’ve gotten over that.
The way I see it, knowing that my post will be a part of a bigger picture is part of what motivates me to write about topics of activism and social justice. And I do think it’s important that I write about these things. For one thing, it eases my own conscience. But for another reason, I truly feel that my contributions, tiny and insignificant though they seem, really do matter. They add to the numbers showing that people really do care. There’s power in numbers.
And in keeping with this philosophy, I also try to nominate plenty of other people’s posts, too. Plus nominating is fun.
I hope you’ll join me at the table. Dig in for some reading. Maybe a bit of writing. Might I entice you try a taste of nominating? (But please let’s not eat that pig’s head shown in the woodcut. That’s just icky.)
A 1484 woodcut from Canterbury Tales.
make like a tree
I’m quite fond of trees. You might even say that I identify with them. To celebrate their arborial grandness, and to follow up on the squirreliness of last week’s list, I bring you a Themed Thing list of Trees.
A German woodcut of a family tree, the Yggdrasil, and The Dryad by Evelyn De Morgan
X & Y sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
The Call of the Pants
Because the world needs more things with pants, and because I promised to write more posts with pants, I bring you pants. Following the success of the great moments of pants cinema, and in the tradition of the legendary Star Wars pants list, I bring to you a list of literary pants classics.
Great Works of Classic Pants Literature.
A story of politics, pants, and politicians’ pants.
Even pants don’t last forever.
Laundry lost, laundry found.
A tale told by an idiot. Signifying pants.
They were worn, they were washed. It’s a short tale.
About a man who did not know how to travel light.
A whimsical, magical pants tale
Tales of pilgrimages and pants.
Justice. Vengence. Pants.
The heartwarming saga of sisters and pants.
A young girl and her companions embark on a quest for pants.
Two men share a pair of pants. It’s not pretty.
That just can’t be comfortable.
Discover the mysteries that lie deep within the pants.
This story may not be suitable for children under age 13.
lullabies
Phoebe loves music. She loves to listen to music, and sing and dance. Her tastes are quite varied, ranging from the playful to the serious. For example, she enjoys the electronic beep-bop music that comes out of a plastic ball that flashes lights, as well as classical music played at an outdoor concert. She is also partial to the music of various contemporary musicians, including Tom Waits, Innocence Mission, and Kristin Hersh.
When she was a little baby, only a few months old, her absolute favorite song was “Thief,” by Belly. It was a song that John and I both listened to a lot, and sang along with, from the time Phoebe was in utero. We’d sing it to her as a lullaby, and sing it to her to soothe her at various times when she was fussy. When she was really riled, only “Thief” would do to calm her. I’d sing it, sometimes over and over again, and she’d sit quietly and listen. The moment I’d stop, or try another song, she’d cry.
She later became a bit more flexible in her taste in lullabies. John would usually sing “The Ants Go Marching.” I settled in to singing “Baby’s boat’s a silver moon,” a song my mother used to sing to me, and that her father used to sing to her. Later, we switched to Sandra Boynton’s “Silly Lullaby” (from Philadelphia Chickens). Then one night, not so long ago, Phoebe stopped wanting me to sing to her at night. I’d try various songs, and Phoebe would shake her head and say “no.” Which made me pretty sad.
Lately, Phoebe’s been hooked on The Flaming Lips. We have a DVD of their music videos, and Phoebe loves it. The songs include “Phoebe Battles the Pink Robots,” which is Phoebe’s official theme song. She likes that song, but her favorite song now seems to be “Do You Realize.” In fact, she likes it so much, she has even let me sing it to her as a lullaby.
And now, to borrow a page from Tabba, who shares a song each week, I will share with you Phoebe’s latest favorite song:
“Do You Realize,” by The Flaming Lips
New Life Form Discovered in Eastern United States
Biologists the world over are expressing cautious excitement over reports of the discovery of a new species of animal life that was discovered last Friday.
Reports were received of a number of small furry creatures residing in the refrigerator of a Massachusetts family’s home. Animal control officers on the scene then reported the hitherto unidentified animals to the scientific community.
The Chenopodiaceae Beta Fuzzae, or Fuzzae Beet as it has been nicknamed, appears to thrive in the dark, chilly ecosystem of the vegetable drawer, and requires only as much light as is offered by the little lightbulb that goes on when the refrigerator door is opened. It resembles a common beet root in appearance, but with a coat of downy fur, and is believed to be part vegetable and part mammal. It was observed roaming among the piles of arugula and turnip greens, and exhibited signs of rudimentary intelligence. “One of them looked right at me, and I was sure it was going to start speaking,” said Bob Loobsteele of Animal Control, who was first to arrive on the scene.
A family of the Fuzzae Beets have been extracted from the rest of the colony their natural habitat, in order that their behavior may be studied under more controlled conditions.
The implications of this discovery are far-reaching. “With so many other species being threatened by climate change, it is heartening to find that new life is evolving,” says Dr. Frank Murgentroober, head of the Springfield University Department of Paranormal Vegetable Phenomena. “We think it’s only a matter of time before more life forms are found lingering in the depths of neglected vegetable drawers, or even emerging from pizza boxes left under the bed in college dorm rooms.”
Dr. Wilma P. Snodgrass of Large Urban University, however, is a dissenting voice among the excited scientific community. “We think this may well turn out to be a hoax, or the twisted delusions of someone who has far too many vegetables on their hands.”
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This improbable report is brought to you hot off the presses of this week’s Monday Mission, which solicited posts in the style of a news article.
the downward spiral
Phoebe and I got to have a leisurely day together today, after a long week of not having much time together. We celebrated by going to the local playground. It was a bright beautiful day. I had fun following Phoebe around on her rounds.
I didn’t have the camera with me this time, but I did get some pictures from the last time we went, about 2 weeks ago. This seems as good a time as any to share a couple of them. It was a bright warm day last time, and the trees were showing their fall colors. (Most of the leaves are off the trees now.)
And here’s a very short movie, showing Phoebe going down the big spiral slide. (See how much fun I have following her around?)
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What with participating in NaBloPoMo, on top of all my other life duties, this promises to be a busy month for me. I have all sorts of things in mind to write about this month, but I expect I’ll have little time and energy to follow through. And just to help keep me from letting my posts degenerate into a series of posts about what I had for breakfast, or possibly worse, posts that are just lists of stuff I meant to write, I figured I should jot down a list of my more honorable intentions.
Stuff I Mean to Write:
- a bit of a wrap-up of my CSA adventure
- at least one post on some language topic
- at least one post of some redeeming social value.
- at least one addition to the kick-ass women project
- four more Themed Things Thursday Posts
- at least one post on pants. A week.
collecting tokens 