Sunday, May 11, 2008

Arty Art Art

"Banana Forest Siren"

"Blood Bath"

"Trek Orion"

"Burro Head Desert"

"One Day My Head Asplode"

"Midget Pilgrimage"

"Funeral Pyre"

Why Doesn't Lemonade Get Cold Faster?

Okay, so maybe it's my imagination, but it always seems that a glass of ice water gets colder more quickly than a glass of lemonade with ice. Has anybody else encountered this?

I've searched the internet for explanation, but can find no mention of it. Does it have to do with viscosity? Acidity? Is there a resistance to cold conductivity offered by lemon pulp? It certainly doesn't resist electrical current, since a lemon can generate 1 volt by simply inserting a copper penny and zinc-coated nail into it.

In all seriousness, this bugs me every time I'm at a restaurant waiting for my glass of lemonade to get cold enough to be refreshing.

Does my blog have readers who are physicists? Botanists? Viscositologists? Scientists with specialties in citral conductivity or master's degrees in the studies of various liquids? I sure hope so.

I have also considered the possibility that this is simply a psychological phenomenon. Maybe whatever triggers my brain to eschew my regular favorite beverage of ice water and instead crave the liquified fruit of the lemon tree also spurs me to impatience.

(Yes, I am well aware that the previous paragraph reeks of supercillious length and elements throughout. But I thought it wise to write to the audience of my desired - at least for the time being - demographic, as the cynosure of my directed question will tend to be the product of higher education... articulate and possibly verbose.

So how about it, people? If you wear a white lab coat to work, I'd like your input.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

When Will It End?

Ugh. I just checked the news, and it looks like Hillary has taken Indiana. That means the Democratic party's nominating process will continue on and on and on into the summer... Sigh. I just want to wake up in January with a new president, so I can then enjoy three years of freedom from presidential campaigning.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Spring Is Upon Me

Every morning, I wake up to the view outside of my bedroom's sliding glass door. My backyard is a sanctuary of sorts, whether covered in snow, or grass and trees hibernating in the cold of winter. But in the last week, everything has exploded with spring life.

Just the other day, varicolored pink blooms erupted from two anonymous trees. (I'd appreciate any help you could offer in identifying them.)

And my apple tree, which produced just one apple last year, is covered in promises of more this year. We'll see what the hordes of birds allow.

Lastly, I recently consolidated my office, recording studio, and art design area into one room. With the single window overlooking the street, I thought I wouldn't get much of a view. But fortunately, there have been daily visitors, like this guy here:

That's all for now. Gotta get to work - late shift today.