Recording again at the Fenway Center :)

Recording again at the Fenway Center :)

dinner with a non-foodie/the importance of the capitalization of proper nouns.

  • Ben: Opentable says 9:30 - that okay?
  • Midori: Omg that's late. Do you want to try calling them again and see if you can get an earlier spot?
  • Midori: There's also ten tables - it's Boston's "best affordable romantic restaurant", apparently? But if you're sold on the burger, I won't try and change that.
  • Ben: Haha you think that would be offputting to me? A little simple "romantic" restaurant?
  • Midori: ?
  • Ben: We went to Haru last week, I've had my mass market glitz/glam fix.
  • Midori: I agree.
  • Ben: So why would telling me that it's little and romantic make me not want to go?
  • Midori: No, I didn't think that...? I thought that it not having a burger would.
  • Ben: But it has a burger, the best burger, no?
  • Midori: Yes, Radius does. So I thought since Ten Tables doesn't, you wouldn't want to go
  • Ben: Oh oh oh. "ten tables" is a restaurant - I thought Radius only had ten tables in it or something.
  • Midori: LOL no. Hahaha. Aw, cutie.
  • Ben: What!
  • Midori: HAHAHA. I see what happened.
  • Ben: "There's also ten tables"
  • Ben: To a non-foodie that sounds like, "The room contains only ten tables"
  • Ben: Foodie to normal person communication fail.

Nine Tips to Help You Avoid Unnecessary Battles.

  1. Don’t fight over something that’s none of your business, or that you can’t do anything about.
  2. Think about the consequences of the argument. Are they worth it?
  3. Determine what the conflict is really about. Once you do this, then decide if it’s worth bringing up. If it is, address the underlying issue, not the superficial one.
  4. Make sure the argument is going to solve something.
  5. Don’t fight just because you “feel you’ve been challenged.”
  6. Ask yourself, “Is it really a big deal?” Chances are that it’s not.
  7. Realize that you don’t always have to have the last word, and often it takes the “bigger person” to simply let the conflict go.
  8. Ask yourself, “Am I really right? Does it matter if I’m right? Is there really a ‘right or wrong’ for this issue?”
  9. Is this an issue you’ll remember in five years? In one year or six months, even? If not, don’t fight it.

Wise words.

goodolddays: nikkieoberg: suicideblonde: librarysciences:[via uhhinternet, blackandwtf]. Just started following a blog (goodolddays) whose writer has a penchant for old 1940’s-50’s American culture like I do. This is incredibly exciting in a way that’s so geeky I could only blog about it myself. I would go so far as to say that I wish I could go back in time and be a 19 year old either in the ’20s or ’40s, but then I realize that I’m Japanese and neither of those timeframes really work out… :/ But why my obsession? I didn’t grow up in an “American household” - English wasn’t even my first language. No one in Japan was ever like, “Hey, look at these, these are cool” because they were obsessed with modern American culture, something I didn’t particularly care for. I loved going to the library and seeing what my town looked like then, what people looked like then, what music they listened to (my oldies collection is EPIC). I loved Grease. I loved black and white. When I got dial up, I surfed photos of my favorite places as they were… on 28.8kbps. How is it that a little Japanese kid becomes so generationally and culturally displaced? A lot of families in America have personal memorabilia from these era and really don’t see how interesting it can be which bums me out a lot, because I would kill for glimpses like that from my own family (whose photos/records lay destroyed - thank you WWII carpetbombs). Nevertheless, I love this girl’s blog.

goodolddays:

nikkieoberg:

suicideblonde:

librarysciences:[via uhhinternet, blackandwtf].

Just started following a blog (goodolddays) whose writer has a penchant for old 1940’s-50’s American culture like I do. This is incredibly exciting in a way that’s so geeky I could only blog about it myself.

I would go so far as to say that I wish I could go back in time and be a 19 year old either in the ’20s or ’40s, but then I realize that I’m Japanese and neither of those timeframes really work out… :/ But why my obsession?

I didn’t grow up in an “American household” - English wasn’t even my first language. No one in Japan was ever like, “Hey, look at these, these are cool” because they were obsessed with modern American culture, something I didn’t particularly care for. I loved going to the library and seeing what my town looked like then, what people looked like then, what music they listened to (my oldies collection is EPIC). I loved Grease. I loved black and white. When I got dial up, I surfed photos of my favorite places as they were… on 28.8kbps. How is it that a little Japanese kid becomes so generationally and culturally displaced? A lot of families in America have personal memorabilia from these era and really don’t see how interesting it can be which bums me out a lot, because I would kill for glimpses like that from my own family (whose photos/records lay destroyed - thank you WWII carpetbombs).

Nevertheless, I love this girl’s blog.

The Average Colour of the Universe This color has become much less blue over the past 10 billion years, indicating that redder stars are becoming more prevalent. In a contest to better name the color, notable entries included skyvory, univeige, and the winner: cosmic latte.

The Average Colour of the Universe

This color has become much less blue over the past 10 billion years, indicating that redder stars are becoming more prevalent. In a contest to better name the color, notable entries included skyvory, univeige, and the winner: cosmic latte.

Day 4 update:

I miss: Eggs and pastries… a lot.

I messed up when: I ate a cannoli with cream in it… but it was delicious.

I don’t feel so terribly limited per se, but I feel like I can’t have my little luxuries which is kind of a bummer. Yesterday Ben got two hard-boiled eggs and I whined like a puppy for about 10 minutes.

…and 24 hours later I’m still whining about it on my blog. (sigh.)

Good morning.

Corn syrup free shredded wheat and soy milk :)