A North African treat is to roast an egg for 300 minutes. Good? I think I’d like it.
Link.
A North African treat is to roast an egg for 300 minutes. Good? I think I’d like it.
Link.
Treehugger tells me that wireless electricity is very close…40% efficiency right now, but that’s way closer than 0%. From the BBC:
The system exploits “resonance”, a phenomenon that causes an object to vibrate when energy of a certain frequency is applied. When two objects have the same resonance they exchange energy strongly without having an effect on other surrounding objects.
I’m on vacation, but I’m still thinking about blogging. I’m going to try and update my WordPress soon…this weekend? Anyone have tips on that?
I’m also considering joining coutoture, a fashion blog network. I like the idea, but there’s some past gossip about the site’s EIC, which makes me re-consider. I don’t like drama. Also, I’m going to be part of a really cool gig soon, more on that when I can tell you.
My haircut is hot. I go to Maggie at Reveal in SLO. She’s the shit apparently.
Anyway, I’m in Kansas to see the Boy and to attend Wakarusa. There’s not much of my music (I’d rather go to Lolla, Coachella or Austin City Limits). Ben Harper is playing and I get to see a lot of friends and find new, non-indie music. What’s not to like?
Enough of randomness.
Listening to breakup songs
can only help so much
when we’re on random
and no one needs to say they’re sorry
because this time
it’s no one’s fault
and everyone’s fault
because they said we’d only make it so far
being who we are
but in the morning light
you were supposed to be the last one I loved
and you’re asking to become part of the crowd of my past
there’s nothing to say
not even I’m sorry
I’ve nothing left to give you
you’re already taking my heart
and there’s no more room here for my baggage
I’m supposed to be angry
you’re the one leaving me
but I only love you more
There’s nothing to say.