Have you ever thought about what a stupid name for the beginning of the universe the "Big Bang" is? It's like some scientist gave up while trying to explain it to his wife:
"You see the infinite density and pressure of matter at a finite time in the past resulted in the rapid isotrophic expansion of matter, which caused a massive cosmic inflation, at which point the universe was composed predominantly of quark-gluon plasma, within which particle-antiparticle pairs were being continuously created and destroyed in collisions... You know what sweetie, it was just a Big Bang."
(Many thanks to wikipedia and sexism for their help in the creation of this entry.)
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A Plot Point To Remember...
On my way into the city today, I read a bit of a Nicholas Sparks book over the shoulder of the woman beside me. I've done my best to recreate it below:
"Didn't you notice how Robert treats Jessica now?" Her tone became softer, yet somehow more insistent.
"He seems to treat her the same way as he always has," he responded, puzzled.
"Never mind. I guess it's something only a woman could see," she surmised.
"Tell me," he said. "I want to understand what's been on your mind since we left that hospital room an hour ago."
She shifted elegantly, then stood.
"I want you to promise me something, Richard."
He squirmed.
"Of course, darling, anything."
"Promise me that if I'm ever on life support, like Jessica," she began with an air of foreshadowing,' "that you'll let me die. And as long as I'm foreshadowing, let me add that I won't be telling anyone else in my family about this choice, just cause. It will be completely in your hands to carry out my final wish."
"Okay sure, I promise."
"No. Really promise."
"I promise to carry out your wishes."
"Good. I know you will because you love me."
"I will, because I love you."
"Yes, and I love you."
"Didn't you notice how Robert treats Jessica now?" Her tone became softer, yet somehow more insistent.
"He seems to treat her the same way as he always has," he responded, puzzled.
"Never mind. I guess it's something only a woman could see," she surmised.
"Tell me," he said. "I want to understand what's been on your mind since we left that hospital room an hour ago."
She shifted elegantly, then stood.
"I want you to promise me something, Richard."
He squirmed.
"Of course, darling, anything."
"Promise me that if I'm ever on life support, like Jessica," she began with an air of foreshadowing,' "that you'll let me die. And as long as I'm foreshadowing, let me add that I won't be telling anyone else in my family about this choice, just cause. It will be completely in your hands to carry out my final wish."
"Okay sure, I promise."
"No. Really promise."
"I promise to carry out your wishes."
"Good. I know you will because you love me."
"I will, because I love you."
"Yes, and I love you."
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Irony, brought to you by Theater
This ad was in my inbox today:
4.48 Psychosis, British playwright Sarah Kane's 1998 masterpiece is an intimate portrait of suicidal depression, presented by Jump! Theatre with special attention to the lived experiences of the mentally ill.
Also, for those interested, the Pumpkin Smash at the garden down the block has been postponed until Sunday due to inclement weather.
4.48 Psychosis, British playwright Sarah Kane's 1998 masterpiece is an intimate portrait of suicidal depression, presented by Jump! Theatre with special attention to the lived experiences of the mentally ill.
Also, for those interested, the Pumpkin Smash at the garden down the block has been postponed until Sunday due to inclement weather.
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