Food tells me the truth.

The food has an aroma, and the aroma tells me: “I am delicious. If you put me in your mouth, you will be very happy.” And when I put it in my mouth, I find the aroma has told me true, and I am very happy.

That is why I bring food to work. The food is a note of honesty amidst the project costs that always exceed what was promised, the “No, I don’t have any POs to request,” the “next month will be better” kind of statements.

On a planet…

…with zero (or so thin as to be completely insignificant) atmosphere: What would the sky look like, in the daytime?

Just…black, with a bright sun? What effect would the sun have on the stars around it (i.e. would they be more difficult to see because of its light, or would it be just one’s eyes/attention that made it hard)? Would the surface of the planet be, well, kinda dark? Or would it look as light anyway (because there is the same amount of light, just not refracted)? Would shadows be darker, because the main source of light would really only be coming from one direction–no ambient sky-light?

Questions, questions…

Reasons not to get a haircut.

1. Your hair gets shorter.
2. Um. Excuse me. You didn’t spend enough time looking at item one. You just read right on. You don’t just blow past something like that! You’ve got to muse on it, you know? Now think about what you did. And when you’re done, go back to number one.
3. When the haircut is over, your hair isn’t as long as it was when the cutting began.

I think my work here is done: with that kind of reasoning, you all understand perfectly well why a haircut is a Bad Idea.

What was I thinking? AUGH! I was a couple of inches away from sitting on my hair, and now it falls a couple of inches below my shoulders! I am very traumatized. Look me up next year, when my hair has comforting, ratty ends again, all the way down my back.

P.S. Mom, I blame you, and your bad, bad advice. I mean, 8-10 inches of split-endish hair isn’t so bad as shorter hair, is it?*

*Don’t be cute and try to answer this. The answer is clearly NO.

Paul Park Zone

The Paul Park zone has been active here all weekend. I forgot how much humor and awesome it contains…clearly a defense mechanism to protect oneself from unfairly bright memories once you are no longer in the Paul Park zone.

Unfortunately, the Paul Park zone is not effective on the weather. It was eighty on Saturday–most dismaying, let me tell you. A few more days like that and I’ll be trying to bring the siesta into style up here.

In other news, the short story I was writing has bloomed into a full-fledged…er…I am not going to call it a novel yet. It is at least a novella (already broke the novlette boundary), and it clearly has aspirations toward YA novelship, but my inclination (seeing as I already have a novel-in-(now-suspended)-progress) is to fight every expansion that wants to creep in.

(Oh my. Has it been nearly two months? How time flies when you’re stressed tired deadlined working hard.)