File this under "egg-drop science."
While separating eggs for tonight's créme brulée I noticed something about the egg white while waiting for it to let go of the yolk. Held up to the light and photographed you can see that it has formed a pretty good lense and that the distant yard is brought into focus, although upside down.
High protein chicken glasses...a bit runny though.
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email thisValentine's day ideas (food wise, that is):
- Eating Dangerously - sexy recipes
- Intercourses - Aphrodisiac Cookbook
- Valentine's recipes - Food Network
- The grape and the bean - also FN
I'm serving an endive salad (pine nuts, goat cheese, balsamic vinagrette, capers), roast garlic mashed potatoes, Steak w/Anchovy sauce, and créme brulée, accompanied by a 1998 Louis Bernard, Cotes-du-Rhone red wine.
Suppose you've been hired to lay out the buildings of a college campus. College students are disrespectful of authority (at least, of campus planners) and will cut new paths through the campus lawns between any buildings not already directly connected by paths. So will the faculty. But then, wherever two paths meet, some entrepreneur is likely to place a coffee stand. This new coffee stand will attract students, who will form paths from it to all campus buildings, etc. Before long, your campus will be all covered by paths, with no lawn left. Or will it? How can you lay out your campus so that all buildings are already directly connected by paths, without forming crossroads and encouraging coffee-stand builders?
From The Geometry Junkyard of course. Nice logo too. Today's geometry song: Dodecagon Dogs.
snatches from a dream...
...putting on military clothes, not travel or dress but fatigues. The hour is early, light a muted blue-gray. Taking a trip. Spain. The purpose is not clear and the mechanics of getting to the airport and most of the flight are lost in a haze. A few stark mental flashes from thirty thousand feet: clouds and ocean, approaching continent, geopolitical map relief overlay...visible borders and names, as if flying over a desktop globe.
Spain, at least in the script of a dream. Twisting white corridors, slightly dingy. A cross between office, clinic, and cafeteria. The voices are english. Mix of nationalities. I meet a doctor something, she is conducting the study. I have no idea why I'm here and I don't ask. I nurture a growing unease over the uncertainty of the return flight. She mentions eleven, but as I walk back to my room I wonder if it is the time of my flight or the study. I help an elderly Chinese man, he appears to be a doctor, we get along and have a good laugh over something. The hall fills with echoes as a knot of white coated doctors pass by.
There's a woman relaxing in my room, maybe my wife maybe not, and then we are all out on a picnic and lots of people I know are there, none of whom live or have ever been to Spain. I'm much too concerned over the time of my return flight to do much more than help carry things when instructed.
The nagging flight schedule drives me into the empty office of the doctor to see if I left my tickets there. Instead I find a clipboard with my name and one other written in the left most column. The clipboard holds an official Study form and the title of the study is:
The Generally Stupid but Sometimes GeniusHey! In the span of a few seconds I traverse from anger to annoyance. It does mention Genius after all. Sure, there are times when I'm not so smart...stupid? A little harsh. At this point the doctor walks in and smiles in that knowing, reassuring way I expect. I try to get an explanation. We are interrupted by this other guy, subject #2. Maybe he's just stupid, I think, and I represent genius. I know this to be untrue and unfair to those who really are full time genius.
Before leaving the office I manage to get the schedule. Test tomorrow, Saturday, return flight eleven on Sunday morning. I experience a brief moment pondering what sort of genius tendencies I'll exhibit but then my mind is back to organizing the hours between now and the flight back. That's all that really mattered and the dream fades away in a blue gray swirl.