My Amazing Fingernails

Let me just start out by saying that this is probably a story I should keep to myself, but that's not going to stop me. While I might not cut my fingernails nearly as often as Mike Bibby, I don't let to let them get too long. I never bite my nails, and think that nails look gross when cut too short, but if the white tips are showing I usually start cutting. I feel the need to cut while people looking at them think they're well within reasonable limits. I've got fingernail clippers in my work desk, in my car, in my travel bag, in my room and a few other places.

My dad tells me that one of the first things he did when I popped out of the womb was cut my fingernails. I don't know if this is true or not, but it sounds plausible. When I was first getting contact lenses, my optometrist stated that looking at a person's fingernails was his quick judge of hygiene to see if he would even let somebody try contacts. Also, I use my hands on human flesh, and if they're getting too long the could be uncomfortable for the patient. Since reality dictates that no matter how much I love Spanish guitar I will probably never learn to play, I have little reason to grow claws.

I am not a multiple stage manicurist. I'm not clipping, filing, buffing, etc. I've never used fingernail scissors. If I can clip the white off I'm usually happy. Well, yesterday as I'm heading out the door to work I look at my fingernails and decide it's time to cut. I'm ahead of schedule, so it's going to be the first thing I do when I arrive. But as I look at them at various stop signs and lights I notice something unusual. Somehow this is the most even and symmetrical my nails have ever been. It was amazing. Almost like they had been professionally done. Yes, there was white at the tips, but the were perfectly even, finger to finger, hand to hand. I had to stop and admire them. I wondered what I had done differently the time before. Anything? I ended up not cutting them until evening, and believe you me I showed some people just to get feedback on the beauty. My show and tell was not met with equal enthusiasm, but I didn't so much need the affirmations or others on this matter. At one point during the day I did think they were getting in the way. I knew all along that they would not make it to bed time.

Last night before going out to dinner I had my clippers in hand. Never before had I experienced the fingernail clipping performance anxiety that I was feeling. The bar had been raised. Should I give it extra attention? Had I just experienced the best it was ever going to be? I began a cautious clip. So far so good. Another. But within a couple more clips thirty plus years of auto-pilot took over, and I was just getting it done. They look good. They feel good. It's too soon to tell if this job will be as good. Now we wait. Only time will tell.

Edible Eggs

Just to clarify, this is about the edible eggs, the food, unless somebody was hoping to read about reproduction.  I consider myself much more qualified to speak on the food, although there will be little discussion of science.  Tonight I hard-boiled some eggs in preparation for an egg salad sandwich that will be my lunch tomorrow.  I've been thinking about this off and on for years, but more often over the last week or so.  Egg temperature and tastiness seem to have a completely random relationship.   Let scrambled eggs get cold and I wouldn't eat them with your mouth.  Let a hard-boiled egg get cold and it's delicious.  Fried eggs gone cold are bad.  Deviled eggs are fantastic.  Why?  Do eggs cooked in their shells magically maintain whatever it takes to make them delicious after cooling?  If an egg is cooked outside of it's shell is it destined to have a shelf life of only a few minutes?  I don't know!  Does this go beyond chicken eggs?  Do fried ostrich eggs taste good cold?  I may never know.

Green Porno 2

It has come to my attention that there are some new installments in the most amazing Green Porno series starring Isabella Rossellini. These short but life changing videos can be found online here. You'll laugh. You probably won't cry - unless it's from laughing. But they're funny.

I'm Onto You, Nordstrom

I'm onto you, Nordstrom. I went to the mall today to buy a casual black belt and some socks, which I accomplished at another store, but somehow I ended up in your men's section. I'm not sure if it was your live piano player, or a deeper draw to my Swedish roots, but there I was. I entered with two friends, but was soon separated, yet not alone. Every few aisles I encountered your accomplices--beautiful women pretending their only concern was my shopping whim. They approached with disarming smiles, ready to trick me into buying $200 wallets and $100 t-shirts. At first I was ready for their friendly greeting with a witty response, but was disarmed by her keen comeback. Even so I managed to escape the frying pan, only to land in the fire, for along my escape route waited another of your customer service angels. She showed me a cologne that I didn't want, but suddenly needed. I agreed it smelled amazing. She offered to put some on me, just to see if I would like it over time. Fortunately, for the first time in years I had tried a sampler in a previous store, and explained that it would probably not give me a true sense of how it would be. I escaped your seductive grasp. I left your store without spending a dollar. I have overcome. I will see you next Monday.

What am I supposed to listen to?

Listen up to what I'm supposedly supposed to be listening to.  It seems to be that most people expect me to only listen to classic rock and 80's music.  People find out I know some hip-hop and they act all shocked and surprised.  This doesn't really blow my mind, as I myself am not hip-hop.  I'm used to this, but it's happened many times with country music!  What could be more different from hip-hop?  What's hard to believe about me and country music?  I have pretty eclectic taste in music.  Jazz.  Latin.  Broadway.  Whatever.  The list goes on.  I just want to know why people are so often surprised.  It's not a big deal.  Here's the big secret.  I don't like commercials.  If I'm driving and commercials come on, I jump to the next station.  Easy.  It's not rocket science.  How long will I surprise people be listening to different music?  What's more surprising is that more people don't listen to such varied music.  This almost makes me think that other people like commercials more than different music genres.  If I think this through too much I will have to address iPods and such, so I'm just going to wrap this up.  

Almost Sliced Bread

I don't know how far behind the curve I am, but recently I discovered something amazing.  Single-serving, microwaveable packages of vegetables!  Revolutionary.  If there was an excuse for not eating vegetables before, it is now inadequate.  This is not about whether or not one should be eating vegetables, because that's not debatable.  But one must admit that when reality happens vegetables often fall by the wayside.  It's another dish to prepare and clean up.  It all too often turns into leftovers.  It's never been difficult, but now that preparing vegetables is easier than making toast, green foods are finding their way onto my plate.  No leftovers.  No clean-up.  No excuses.  

These pre-portioned vegetables are not the only ones I will eat, but as I'm usually cooking for one they are perfect.  Sure, I will pull out the big bag or grill up some fresh veggies when cooking for others, but that weekly meal was hardly a contribution to the seven daily recommended.  You people who get home by five might scoff at my enthusiasm.  You might turn up your nose at my vegetable equivalent of microwave mac-n-cheese.  Even so, I will tell you that it's almost as easy as taking a vitamin, and far more satisfying.  Also, while there is great culinary shame with making macaroni and cheese out of a box, there is no such emotion with vegetables.  Once your boxed macaroni is on the plate, everyone can tell where it came from.  When I've got some steamed peas on my plate there is no trace of my efficiency.  Furthermore, this allows extra time to put towards a better main dish.  

I haven't eaten Top Ramen since high school.  It's been five years since I've had the aforementioned macaroni.  My new vegetable friends will just clear my arbitrary line of acceptability.  I make no excuses.  They are amazing.

Soft Tower

My favorite Korean restaurant is just around the corner from work.  It's mostly a lunch place for me, and I only order one thing--the dolsot bibimbap.  It's fantastic.  I also like some of the appetizers, but have no idea what they're called.  So far, I would expect to be able to order this in just about any Korean restaurant I would come across.  What really seals the deal is that when you get the check, you also get an ice cream cone to serve yourself from the soft-serve machine!  It has turned into a bit of a competition to see who can make the highest cone.  I am putting it out there, declaring myself the undisputed champion of the soft-serve stack, at least amongst my usual lunch buddies.  I suckered a co-worker into believing that I had previously worked at a Foster's Freeze.  I will admit that the competition is catching up.  I have seen some impressive towers, but none without their weak links, their structural faults.  But it has fueled my competitive juices.  I am issuing a challenge.  Try to beat me at the soft-serve tower.  I'll even give you a little tip, just as a reward for stopping by the blog:  Stay away from the chocolate--it's always too soft to stack.  There are also multiple techniques involved, but for that you're on your own.  Just in case my coworkers aren't up to the task, I have a second motivation.  I want to build a cone so tall that the restaurant wants to charge me extra.  

He Has Counted to Infinity - Twice

Happy 69th birthday, Chuck Norris.  We all know nobody is going to try to spank you.

Happy Square Root Day

Last week we had the wonderful opportunity to celebrate National Pancake Day, as well as National Pistachio Day.  As exciting as these annual holidays were, today, 3/3/09, we celebrate a day that will not come again for seven years.  Nine times each century math nerds cut root vegetables into squares, and cut other foods into the square root symbol.

If National Square Root Day gets you excited for mathematical holidays, and you can't wait for 4/4/16, then maybe the annual Pi Day (3/14) or Pi Approximation Day (22/7) can scratch that itch.

Go Crazy.  You know you wanted to--now you have an excuse.

Lakers

To all the Lakers fans that were talking smack about the Lakers matching the Chicago Bulls' 1996 72 win season:

SUCK IT!!!  Lakers 48-12.