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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

*snore* Huh, wuh?

Hola amigos. I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya, and this has even been an exciting week for me! I promise an update forthcoming, but for now...

Have you ever wanted to destroy the earth but just didn't know where to begin? Take a few notes here: 10 Ways to Destroy the Earth

Saturday, June 18, 2005

I'm free!

I got my Holter monitor off! Yay! And now I have a series of red circles all over me from the electrodes; it looks like I've been attacked by an octopus.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub... LUBDUBLUBDUB!

That's what my heart sounds like. I have a quirky little rhythm that's been quirkier than usual for the past week. Lots of sudden thumpings, kind of like a head rush for your heart. So I'm wearing a Holter monitor today (electrodes on my chest recording my heartbeat into a little box).



I'm hoping my heart will have another freak-out so it can record it, but my heart seems to know it's being watched and is behaving itself. So cross your fingers for me and send palpitaty thoughts my way. (By the way, this is not a dangerous heart condition so don't be afraid that I'm going to keel over. It's just kind of annoying.) Oh, and about an hour after I got hooked up I recorded a severe case of cardiac arrest, i.e. the cable momentarily came out of the recording device. I wonder what kind of pills I'd get if I didn't tell them that's what happened...

In closing, a word of advice. If you are a married woman of child-bearing age, never send an e-mail at work saying "My husband and I have to leave early for a doctor's appointment." I meant "carpool," they heard "secret sonogram." I'm going to drink heavily at the next company picnic to quash the rumors.

Update: Yay! I palpitated a bit! Let's hope for some more.

An Ode to Science by Phil Plait

I know a place where the Sun never sets.
It's a mountain, and it's on the Moon. It sticks up so high that even as the Moon spins, it's in perpetual daylight. Radiation from the Sun pours down on there day and night, 24 hours a day — well, the Moon's day is actually about 4 weeks long, so the sunlight pours down there 708 hours a day.

I know a place where the Sun never shines. It's at the bottom of the ocean. A crack in the crust there exudes nasty chemicals and heats the water to the boiling point. This would kill a human instantly, but there are creatures there, bacteria, that thrive. They eat the sulfur from the vent, and excrete sulfuric acid.

I know a place where the temperature is 15 million degrees, and the pressure would crush you to a microscopic dot. That place is the core of the Sun.

I know a place where the magnetic fields would rip you apart, atom by atom: the surface of a neutron star, a magnetar.

I know a place where life began billions of years ago. That place is here, the Earth.

I know these places because I'm a scientist.

Science is a way of finding things out. It's a way of testing what's real. It's what Richard Feynman called "A way of not fooling ourselves."

No astrologer ever predicted the existence of Uranus, Neptune, or Pluto. No modern astrologer had a clue about Sedna, a ball of ice half the size of Pluto that orbits even farther out. No astrologer predicted the more than 150 planets now known to orbit other suns.

But scientists did.

No psychic, despite their claims, has ever helped the police solve a crime. But forensic scientists have, all the time.

It wasn't someone who practices homeopathy who found a cure for smallpox, or polio. Scientists did, medical scientists.

No creationist ever cracked the genetic code. Chemists did. Molecular biologists did.

They used physics. They used math. They used chemistry, biology, astronomy, engineering.

They used science.

These are all the things you discovered doing your projects. All the things that brought you here today.

Computers? Cell phones? Rockets to Saturn, probes to the ocean floor, PSP, gamecubes, gameboys, X-boxes?

All by scientists.

Those places I talked about before — you can get to know them too. You can experience the wonder of seeing them for the first time, the thrill of discovery, the incredible, visceral feeling of doing something no one has ever done before, seen things no one has seen before, know something no one else has ever known.

No crystal balls, no tarot cards, no horoscopes. Just you, your brain, and your ability to think.

Welcome to science. You're gonna like it here.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

30 days, 10 hours, 38 minutes, 24 seconds!!!!!

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is almost here! EEEEEEE!!!!!!! What's going to happen? Who's the Half Blood Prince? Will Harry get with Ginny? Will Hagrid please get eaten by his stupid brother? Will Dumbledore pull an Obi-Wan to Voldemort's Vader? I don't know! That's why it's exciting! And all I can say is GOD HELP YOU, JK ROWLING, IF YOU KILL LUPIN!!!

2 down, X to go!

Happy anniversary to me! Matt and I went to Del Frisco's to celebrate last night, where we had lovely tremendous steaks and a divine 7-layer lemon cake. (Yeah, just forget that last post of mine...) We weren't sure what we were supposed to do, reminisce, rejoice, etc. So while we were perfectly happy to be there, we decided that celebrating two years of marriage as an achievement is a sign of some pretty low expectations. Instead, we considered it a splendid excuse to get dolled up and eat at an expensive restaurant. Cheers!

Monday, June 13, 2005

Diets suck

A lot. I'm doing Weight Watchers, which is the best plan out there, but it still sucks. Sure, it's all fine and dandy when you have all your meals planned out and nothing going on, but what happens when it's time for your anniversary dinner at the finest steakhouse in Denver? Or when you pack a nice lean ham sandwich for lunch and then halfway through you suspect the ham is tainted and you have to find something "healthy" in the cafeteria? Or when your grandparents-in-law send you home with a peanut butter and chocolate ice cream cake for your anniversary?! That's when the suckiness begins.

And then you start to get all feminist the hungrier you get. "I'm not going to let some MAN dictate what my body should look like! In fact, I'm going to eat this entire Entemann's raspberry danish in protest of unrealistic ideals. Hah! That'll show 'em." But then the damn summer fashions suck you back in again.

One bowl of soup already gone. One yogurt cup remaining. 4 hours left to go.... :(

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Dude, this whole town is high

...or so say the touristy T-shirts of Estes Park. We just spent the weekend there in our friend Steve's cabin. We had dinner at the Stanley Hotel (aka the Overlook of The Shining fame):



and we hiked in Rocky Mountain National Park. Here are my attempts to be Ansel Adams:




We ended the hike in a lovely glacial cirque. It is impossible to describe what it's like to stand in one of those. Pictures can't do it justice. It's just very, very... big. And tall.

I also bought a tin whistle in a Celtic music shop in Estes Park. I'm terribly excited to try it out. My last tin whistle was an awful P.O.S that even my whistly-talented friend Bob couldn't get to play right. So now I have a nice Clarke whistle, and pretty soon I'll be playing My Heart Will Go On with the best of them. I'm going to lock the cat in a closet and practice now.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Let's get literary!

The candle flame gutters.
Its little pool of light trembles.
Darkness gathers.
The demons begin to stir.

Carl Sagan "Demon Haunted World"


Now that's a book I really want to read! Carl Sagan rocks the cosmos. I also want to finish reading The Universe in a Nutshell, but I still get hung up on pear-shaped time. If anyone can explain that to me, please do so because I want to move on to chapter 3. Or please recommend any other books that have rocked your world.

On the far other end of the spectrum, did you ever wonder what Kirk Cameron of Growing Pains fame is doing these days? This you have to see.

I bet you didn't know that you're a murderer. Yes, you are. Kirk Cameron explains why. He also explains why not witnessing to the unsaved is like letting little children burn to death in front of your uncaring eyes. You don't hate children.... do you?

Thursday, June 09, 2005

This just in!!

I've identified the sneaky bastard who stole wilddemoncat away from me. It is... me. From several months ago, when I set up a blog and promptly forgot about it. If you don't know me already, that should tell you just about everything you need to know. Will portugo go the way of wilddemoncat? Forgotten by time? Only your support will decide.

My first post

Wait, I know this feeling.... writer's block.

Hmmm.

I know, I'll just show you pictures!


This is my wedding party. We're on the beach outside the Monterey Plaza Hotel.


This is Brugge, where we honeymooned and spent 90 euros on a dinner of eels.


This is a columbine photo that my brilliant photographer husband took.


This is said photographer husband who is sad because not only has he been ponchoed against his will, but his friend is wearing his favorite shirt as well.


This is my crazy cat Demon. Now someone else on blogspot already took the name Wilddemoncat, which was my first choice. Can you honestly look at this picture and say that name shouldn't be mine?


This is my favorite illusion that blows my mind every time. "It can't be!" you say. Oh, it can.