My mom and my aunt are still old fashioned enough and caring enough to write me letters. Since they live near each other, I end up hearing about the same stories multiple times: what they ate for dinner, when they saw my brother and how hot it is in Pennsylvania. I'll occasionally get newspaper clippings and yesterday I received an obituary for a 88 year old gentlemen who went to my mom's church. I've been a member of Mensa since May 2008 and this gentlemen was also a member. I couldn't help but wonder if my mom was saying, "...guess he wasn't that smart..."
Included was another newspaper clipping describing a local company helping to redefine the way in which a kilogram is measured. Rather than keep a brass mass (hah, I kill me!) inside multiple glass containers, the company has built a device that creates a magnetic field, within a very high tolerance, so that the force of the field would relate to the same force (weight) exerted by 1 kg. So anyway, three cheers for small town Pennsylvania contributing to NIST measurements.
A coworker and I (neither one of us with FB accounts) discussed the relative merits of Facebook communications tonight. Found it interesting how omnipresent (and soon omniscient) Facebook accounts are and how other websites (ESPN, HULU, imdb, The New York Times, The Huffington Post, Car and Driver, ebay to name seven sites...) let you use FB accounts to log in, rather than creating a new account for that site. Yeah, I hear you: "I have enough accounts that I end up selecting 'forgot my password' every time I login; why make a new one?" If that is the case, then use a password manager, but that isn't the point. You'll never know how much information from the other sites is traversing to FB or vice versa. Anyway, Google knows all about me, so why tell Facebook now.
Lastly, I got a tantalizing package in the mail today (thank you JOD) containing tuna, salmon, sardines, macadamia nuts and almonds. My drawer at work is teeming with nutritious snacks now. I think people at work (with one exception) see my loot and think, "Oh...no candy or cake...sardines? what a weirdo..." When I was a kid, sometimes we ate sardine sandwiches with mustard.
Included was another newspaper clipping describing a local company helping to redefine the way in which a kilogram is measured. Rather than keep a brass mass (hah, I kill me!) inside multiple glass containers, the company has built a device that creates a magnetic field, within a very high tolerance, so that the force of the field would relate to the same force (weight) exerted by 1 kg. So anyway, three cheers for small town Pennsylvania contributing to NIST measurements.
A coworker and I (neither one of us with FB accounts) discussed the relative merits of Facebook communications tonight. Found it interesting how omnipresent (and soon omniscient) Facebook accounts are and how other websites (ESPN, HULU, imdb, The New York Times, The Huffington Post, Car and Driver, ebay to name seven sites...) let you use FB accounts to log in, rather than creating a new account for that site. Yeah, I hear you: "I have enough accounts that I end up selecting 'forgot my password' every time I login; why make a new one?" If that is the case, then use a password manager, but that isn't the point. You'll never know how much information from the other sites is traversing to FB or vice versa. Anyway, Google knows all about me, so why tell Facebook now.
Lastly, I got a tantalizing package in the mail today (thank you JOD) containing tuna, salmon, sardines, macadamia nuts and almonds. My drawer at work is teeming with nutritious snacks now. I think people at work (with one exception) see my loot and think, "Oh...no candy or cake...sardines? what a weirdo..." When I was a kid, sometimes we ate sardine sandwiches with mustard.
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