illuminate me, please

why is it?

...that just when your haircut looks its best is actually about a week (or two) after you needed a new color?

...that danish mothers have convinced their children that you can't lick the bowl on your cookie or cake dough if there are eggs in the dough? i've been licking dough containing eggs for 40-odd years and i'm still alive. i suspect danish mothers are all greedily licking that spatula when the kids have left the room dejected.

...that bifocals make you completely nauseated?

...that the three-star LEAN guy in this house puts the silverware in the dishwasher all in one big mixed-up clump instead of keeping spoons with spoons?

...that our friend the pilot doesn't have a girlfriend? he's so cute, for an old guy.

...that facebook makes me feel so passive aggressive?

what are you wondering today?

tuesday means it's time for randomness

totally gratuitous picture of an airplane wing

because she did it and so did she 

and i hate to be albanienated (great word HRH TFM!)

yes, it's time for one of those random posts. is it usually on a tuesday? do i always feel random on tuesdays? does my brain always overload on tuesday? these are just a small selection of the random thoughts going through my head at the moment. here are the rest.

: : danes should not rap. they have not suffered enough. there is no 'hood. danish sounds like crap when rapped.

: : even more so norwegians. it's just not authentic when you're so white and so upper middle class. do not rap, please. got it?

: : thankfully, i have never heard swedish rap. swedes probably have too much taste and class. and too many volvos. people never rap about a volvo. or a saab.

: : i'm a night person, not a morning person. night feels deliciously long, it stretches out to be all the time i need it to be. morning feels impossibly fleeting and bound to be interrupted by day itself. gimme night any day.

: : "i made some new spaces inside myself." --jane campion, IHT, 17/5.09

: : still doing tara's double colons instead of bullets. i love them.

: : why oh why did they make more than one episode of that ridiculous stylista show? i'm only watching again in the eternal futile hope that they are all taken out back and shot at the end of THIS one.

: : "i followed your blog now. does that mean it will come when i call it?" --monique, via googletalk, 18/5.09

: : i want a tattoo of a helleristning.

: : do you think it's possible that otherwise cool cities have pockets of dorkiness? how do they become that way when they're surrounded by coolness?

: : do you ever have the feeling that everyone else has it all figured out and you're the only one who doesn't?

: : when will the last of the dinosaurs really die out?

it's just so good to get this out. thanks for listening. if you have answers to any of these questions, please do leave a comment! or just share your own randomness. it's all good.

what kind of car?

the other night at dinner, in a buoyant mood, I threw out a question to the group:

"if you were a car, what kind of car would you be?"

since it was a work-related group, i said, "or we can do ships--if you were a ship, what type of ship would you be?" but the guys at the table didn't want to go for that, since ships are usually referred to in the feminine, this made them uncomfortable. so cars it was.

i'm actually still waiting for their answers, as no one was able to answer off the cuff. we even brought it up in a meeting the next day, while we were waiting for the last person to arrive and it seemed that people found it an intriguing question.

since it was my question and part of a game we used to play back in college, i was the only one able to answer. what's interesting, but no doubt unsurprising, is that my answer now is far more nuanced than it was back then.

so, naturally, i'm a porsche 911--quick, expensive, a classic that never goes out of fashion, a bit loud, a bit rough, not entirely comfortable to be near, but yet strangely you want to be near. and let's not forget high maintenance.

what kind of car are you? and remember, this is not about what kind of car you would like to drive or own or what kind of car you do drive or own, it's you, in car form.