Schrödinger’s Cat
Here is a nice, simple… well okay not simple, but consise… well not consise, really but understandable explanation of the physics paradox of Schrödinger’s Cat. I’ve found myself trying to explain this theory when I was trying to explain why I wanted to name my dog Pavlov and my cat Schrödinger. I did not do either, since people just looked at me funny.
Julie Andrews
One of the many things I have in common with my girlfriend is that we both have a huge thing for Julie Andrews… Mary Poppins, Sound of Music, everything she was ever in. This weekend we saw the preview for The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement and both of us said at once: “we’re going to see that movie!” Julie mattress surfs down a staircase at one point. Just the trailer was funny.
That being said, I’m going to point out a recent blog entry by Rachel, without making any comment whatsoever. 🙂
Just saw the news
I guess Reagan died Saturday. Well, I feel bad about that, but honestly, I’m more upset about Geupel. I liked the dog a lot more.
Weekend Update 2004-06-07
I might have mentioned this before, but it bears repeating… I have a truly wonderful girlfriend. Stephanie is amazing and I am such a lucky person to know her and to have her in my life. 🙂
On Thursday, Stephanie and I went to an Indian’s game. Friday I went to her house and she let me organize all of her CDs. She has some kick-ass music. Anyone who has every They Might Be Giants album is truly cool.
Saturday, Stephanie had to drive to Cincinnati for her synchro skating stuff, so I spent the morning working on the yard. I changed the mower blade on my mower and cleaned the air filter, and then mowed the lawn — that made all the difference. I should have changed the blade a long time ago. I also put a border and mulch on one of the flower beds in the back yard so it looks cool. Then I read Entertainment Weekly and rested for the rest of the day, and in the evening Kathy and I went to the Fever game. Afterwards, we picked up some lattice for her deck from the Woodruff Place flea market.
Sunday, I drove the lattice over to Kathy’s and saw the amazing deck she built on the back of her house… all by herself. That’s really cool; more than I would ever attempt to do by myself. She also refinished and hung a door in her house that looked beautiful, too. Sunday afternoon, my friends met me at Imperial City for my birthday lunch and my favorite birthday cake, that Stephanie made for me. Then we went shopping and went to see Harry Potter. It was great… very well done. Then we went home for a bit.
Stephanie and I stopped by to see Dan and Doug for a little while; they had to put Geupel to sleep on Sunday because he had heart problems. He was a wonderful West Highland Terrier and was a joy for 15 years. He will be missed.
Stephanie made me Ziti for dinner, and gave me some kick-ass presents — she gave me Settlers of Catan, and some candles for my living room. And we spent the rest of the evening together. No, I didn’t see the Season Finale of The Sopranos, so don’t tell me how it ends!! I have it on DVR.
Weekend Update 2004-06-03
On Friday night I grocery shopped and spent the evening at home with Spike. Stephanie went north to visit her parents and friends Friday and Saturday, and I worked on my Dad’s site and did some stuff around the house. I got caught up on laundry, finally did all the dishes, and generally organized stuff. I went through lots of my mp3s and worked on metadata, and caught up on my TV watching. Thank god for DVR/TIVO, because I’d never see stuff otherwise.
Sunday Stephanie came home, driving through part of the storm on the way, and we went out to The Oceanaire for dinner. This was, of course, while tornados were moving through the area. We went anyway. Parking was kind of a pain, since it was Sunday night and the mall was closed. We parked in the mall parking, but ended up walking in the rain for a couple blocks.
Dinner was amazing. We had crab cakes as an appetizer, then had Maine Stuffed Flounder as an entree with green beans almondine (it rhymes!) and new potatoes as side dishes. I tacked the potatoes onto the end of our order, and I really didn’t need to, because the entree and other side dish was huge. We ended up taking home enough of the two sides for two more meals. I wish I were better at describing food for you, because all of the food was delicious. The crab cakes melt in your mouth, and the flounder, stuffed with crab, shrimp and brie, was wonderful.
I would highly recommend going to this restaurant. It was a pricy; an appetizer, entree, two sides and two glasses of wine came to around $75. But it was worth it for the exquisite food. Our server, Mark, was great too. He was funny and polite and keep up with what we needed without being annoying. Yeah, Mark! The atmosphere was great, too — the interior is art deco style, and there was classic jazz playing quietly in the background. We had a nice private booth that was intimate without being closed in. A very stylish, pleasant place.
After dinner we had strawberry shortcake at home and then spent the rest of the evening and Monday at my house.
It was a really wonderful weekend.
Why happy couples are so annoying
Stephanie was telling me about this article, and I figured there are a couple of our friends who might appreciate it. Just a little.
Few things in the world spread as much misery as a happy, smiling, well-adjusted pair of newly minted lovebirds. Wherever you go — shopping malls, restaurants, target ranges — you’re likely to run into this evil breed, grinning, giggling and holding hands like a pair of lovestruck teenagers. What is it about a happy couple that provokes such rage and despair in its unintentional victims?
Language
Things I’ve said recently that I’ve never said before:
I used the word “canoodling” in a sentence. On more than one occasion. In reference to something I’d been doing.
I said “You have a better remembory than I do” outloud to another person. “Remembory” is one of the words I used to say when I was small and got “memory” and “remember” stuck together. I usually think it first, and edit in my head to “memory” before it comes out of my mouth.
Weekend Update 2004-05-18
Yes, I know it’s Tuesday, and this entry was due yesterday.
Friday night I hosted the monthly lesbian pitch-in and had a nice turn out of 19 people. Mary Byrne and Tamara Tracy came to see my house, which was fun. There was some GREAT food. And I got to show off my girlfriend.
Saturday I had lunch with Stephanie’s friends at Bravo. All very nice people. I hope they like me. Then I went to my Mom’s and she and I and my niece went to the Zionsville Country Market. I bought a small birdbath for my front garden, and some cake candles that smell like sugar cookies.
Sunday I had a book club brunch at my house, which was small but very nice. We discussed In the Bleak Midwinter a murder mysterhy by Julia Spencer-Fleming. It was decent but not earth-shattering. Our next books are A Saving Solace by D.S. Bouden and Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford. I need to remember to tell Eugenia that we picked that last one. Later on Sunday Stephanie and I took Spike for a walk around the neighborhood, which was relaxing and fun and really enjoyable. It’s so nice to spend time with her, even when we’re just doing simple things.
One of Them Must Be Cher
This is one of those posts that might skirt very close to becoming Too Much Information, so I will try to stay as far this side of the line as I can. But there’s something that cracked me up that I really want to write about.
I’ve been reading Good Vibrations Complete Guide to Sex because… well heck, it’s a book about sex, that’s a good enough reason, isn’t it? This book bills itself as “the most complete manual on sex ever written.” I’m not exactly an expert on sex manuals, but it seems complete to me, so I guess I can’t dispute that claim. I thought I knew pretty much everything one could know about sex without actually participating in any of the outlandish stuff. Turns out there are some quite useful, non-outlandish things in this book that I was unaware of, so I’m glad I picked it up.
But on to my topic.
There’s a chapter in the book on sexual fantasies, and one of the sections of that chapter is about fantasies about celebrities, where people surveyed wrote down their favorite erotic daydreams about famous figures. This section is really funny, more than anything. Part of them are funny because you can actually picture the celebrity in question doing whatever it is that the person is writing about, and they look really silly doing it. The other part of these fantasies are funny because it’s pretty obvious to me that there’s no way in hell that Gwyneth Paltrow would ever do anything like that.
Most of the fantasies are quite long, wherein people write detailed sentences, paragraphs, potential rough drafts of novels, in which they wax lyrical about what they’d do with and to their favorite movie star or sports figure. One fantasy, though, was short, succinct and intriguing:
“I fantasize about mild S/M with five women, and one of them must be Cher.”
Note: This is not a fantasy that I would ever have (I think of Cher as someone’s mom and S/M is NOT my thing) but it’s intriguing because I am consumed by questions about this, starting with: “one of the must be Cher”? Who are the other four women? Are they other celebrities, or anonymous women? If they’re famous, do they change regularly, with Cher being the only constant? Is Cher in charge? Does she tell the others what to do?
And why is only one of them Cher? If she’s important enough to be mandatory, why not make all five women be Cher? It is a fantasy, after all. You could have late 60’s Cher, 70’s Variety Show Cher, 80’s “Straddling the big cannon” Cher, 90’s “believe in life after love” Cher, and New Millenium Cher. The possibilities are dazzling, really. As are the Bob Mackie outfits.
And then I had some other questions… like: why five women? Why not three or seven? Maybe I lack imagination, but really can’t imagine what you’d be doing that would require five people other than oneself. Surely someone would be standing around bored, wouldn’t they? I know it’s a fantasy and all, but isn’t five a bit greedy and big-headed?
I’m not even going to go into the combination of “mild S/M” and Cher. My brain stubbornly refuses to see it.
I’m guessing this is why they didn’t identify any of the people to whom these fantasies belong; I’d be tracking them down to grill them with questions.
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