Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A fictional account of meeting my mortal enemy on the London underground.
Mortal enemy perfume |
Nicole - not my mortal enemy, in fact, quite the opposite. |
And the carriage on the underground that separates our bodies is a hollow place. I sit down and cannot eat my sandwich.
Luckily, this never happened and I, in fact, do not have a mortal enemy.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Back when I used to work in Santa Monica
not the guy, but this came up in a google search for "giant dreadlock guy" |
Back then, there was this guy who used to sit on a bench outside the 7-11, the one on the corner of Colorado and 7th. He was homeless, battered by the only element LA knows - the sun. This leathery man, who never removed his coat, even on the hottest of days, had allowed his hair to form into a dreadlock. One gigantic dreadlock, cultivated over many years, growing down his back intertwined with the realities of rough living. His point of view never changed. He just sat there on the bench, staring. He was there the days I'd buy my lotto tickets and the days I'd buy slushies and the days I'd buy flaming hot cheetos. He was even there the day I bought sushi and Billie Jean King, of lady tennis fame, was standing in line behind me. He was always there. Walking by him, I never lingered looking, but I would always steal a glance at that rope hanging off his head. It looked caked in tar. My own hair, invariably clean from morning showers, blew gently on ocean winds. His dreadlock just laid there, and seemed alive and dead at the same time. Maybe I was projecting because in that time and place I too felt alive and dead, at once.
What I really mean to say is - street corners are a good place to see shit that can't live indoors but are not exactly wild either.
That is all.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
An Allergy, explained.
This morning Woody BLEW MY MIND. He told me something about the Banana Equivalent Dose, a concept that places in scale the dangers of being exposed to radiation. I liken this to using your hand to measure the size of something or maybe the price of a McDonald's Happy Meal to measure the local economy or maybe using the size of Texas to measure the Great Pacific Garbage Patch . (Twice the size of, by the way). So when someone throws a number at you, in terms of radiation, you know whether to laugh at it, run like hell or just curl up into a ball and await your motherfucking fate. One banana - 130 Bq/kg, or roughly 19.2 Bq (520 pCi) per 150 g banana - You can laugh at this...eat it for breakfast with impunity. You can say something like this: "HAHAHAHAH 19.2. HAHAHAHAH. So what. Pass the god damned coffee."
Somewhat related to all this, here is a picture of me in Brasilia. The capital of Brazil. But I digress....
In other words, if you are exposed to 2Gbq of radiation, you should just curl up into a ball and and whimper quietly to yourself. Or do as Andrew Litvinenko did and shout down Russian dictators from his death bed. Either way, its curtains for you.
And either way, that is a fuckload of bananas. Perhaps more than you'd be able to carry into a sushi bar without being noticed, no matter how stealth you were. So, in summation, good call evil agent of dark forces unknown.
One last thing. A Brazil Nut has a higher concentration of radiation than an average banana. In fact, it's the most naturally radioactive food with activity levels that can exceed 444 Bq/kg. If I ate 1 kg of Brazil nuts I would die.
Not due to radioactivity.
I did want you to think it though....that is what is commonly referred to as a "misdirect". No, I would die because I AM ALLERGIC.
A thank you is in order. Today's post would not have been possible without Woody and his Beautiful Mind style mathematical stylings. For his trouble, I am going to post a photo of him surfing in Costa Rica. A very important country in the banana exporting business. Coincidence? I think not.
But then, let's say you are a former Russian spy, and you've just sat down to eat some sushi in the West End of London and in the past you've made some serious enemies, the kind of enemies that run countries, the kind of countries that jail people who look at them funny and give football teams to those they hold in favor. Let's just say you also order some green tea with your sushi and someone has put traces of Polonium-210 in the cup, or about 20 micrograms. (Micrograms are REALLY TINY grams.) Right there, you've got about 2 Gbq (to sound science-y say "two giga bequerel"). This is equal to about 104,166,666.67 bananas. Brazil, a fucking huge banana producing country would work from January 1 to about March18th to produce this many bananas.
Somewhat related to all this, here is a picture of me in Brasilia. The capital of Brazil. But I digress....
In other words, if you are exposed to 2Gbq of radiation, you should just curl up into a ball and and whimper quietly to yourself. Or do as Andrew Litvinenko did and shout down Russian dictators from his death bed. Either way, its curtains for you.
And either way, that is a fuckload of bananas. Perhaps more than you'd be able to carry into a sushi bar without being noticed, no matter how stealth you were. So, in summation, good call evil agent of dark forces unknown.
One last thing. A Brazil Nut has a higher concentration of radiation than an average banana. In fact, it's the most naturally radioactive food with activity levels that can exceed 444 Bq/kg. If I ate 1 kg of Brazil nuts I would die.
Offensive Nut |
I did want you to think it though....that is what is commonly referred to as a "misdirect". No, I would die because I AM ALLERGIC.
A thank you is in order. Today's post would not have been possible without Woody and his Beautiful Mind style mathematical stylings. For his trouble, I am going to post a photo of him surfing in Costa Rica. A very important country in the banana exporting business. Coincidence? I think not.
Woody Strassner, El Banana Assassin |
Lady Violence
I spent yesterday morning in Emily Kwong's dentist's chair. (Do not confuse this Emily with my Emily Kwong.) The reason for this unscheduled visit was to repair a cracked tooth, due to an accidental, but violent, keychain to my mouth situation. On top of that cracked tooth, I also had a fat lip - my second one in a month. Conclusion: no one is careful with Helen.
PS here is a photo of Dylan and Brenda.
PS here is a photo of Dylan and Brenda.
Friday, March 11, 2011
You Don't Know Shit About Dolphins
I sent out an email to a select group of friends about 3 minutes ago asking them to email me ANYTHING they knew about dolphins, just from recall. While I wait for them to respond, I'll tell you what I know.
JenDM has responded with some dubious information, she claims that all dolphins are gay and that they prefer it bareback. Hmmm. Let's not dismiss this data outright, but let's not take it as gospel.
Ritee also just replied, saying that dolphins are smart. This is the second "smart" I've gotten. This
automatically makes this true. (FYI - She doesn't even know Woody. ) Also, she says that all the dolphins at Sea World are on Prozac.
Juli says: They are grey. Definitively, this is all she can say. Unfortunately, she is wrong.
Ok. That's all we know, collectively.
- Like humans, they are mammals.
- They have blowholes.
- They can leap out of water.
- They are smart (no evidence offered)
- They are the only mammals that have sex for recreational purposes, humans not included.
- They protect humans from sharks sometimes (sounds like a surfer's tall tale)
- They communicate with each other
- They travel in pods (editors note: this is their collective noun - POD. A group of owls is called a Parliment. A Parliment of Owls. A group of crows - A murder of crows. Lesbians - A pack. A pack of lesbians.)
JenDM has responded with some dubious information, she claims that all dolphins are gay and that they prefer it bareback. Hmmm. Let's not dismiss this data outright, but let's not take it as gospel.
Ritee also just replied, saying that dolphins are smart. This is the second "smart" I've gotten. This
automatically makes this true. (FYI - She doesn't even know Woody. ) Also, she says that all the dolphins at Sea World are on Prozac.
Juli says: They are grey. Definitively, this is all she can say. Unfortunately, she is wrong.
Ok. That's all we know, collectively.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Its a new day
Yes, it sure is a new day. So why do I still feel like that dog to the left of Charlie? All tied up. I will explore all this and more, soon. Not today.
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