Thursday, July 21, 2005

things i never expected

driving an automatic transmission baby-poop-colored volvo
wearing birkenstocks year round
doing both of the above of my own free will and volition
receiving sickly sweet text messages from my person of interest
accepting a description of myself as a "Crunchy hippie" without resorting to tactical nuclear weapons for refutation
being a military wife
humidity in the desert - it's like nature's own bread oven for really good crusts.
to think that 90 degree weather might require a sweater - just in case
the spanish inquisition
cottage-cheese-and-cool-ranch-dorito cravings

diagnosis of mental illness would be complicated...

the wikipedia entry for "mobile phone" includes this bit of brilliance...
Speculative improvements in the future may be inspired by an English team led by James Auger and Jimmy Loizeau who in 2002, developed an implant designed to be inserted into a tooth during dental surgery. This device consists of a radio receiver and transducer, which transmits the sound via bone conduction through the jawbone into the ear. Sound is transmitted via radio waves from another device (ostensibly a mobile phone) and received by the implant. The implant is currently powered externally, given that no current power source is small enough to fit inside the tooth with it. In addition, the implant was only designed to receive signals, not transmit them. Directly tapping into the inner ear or the auditory nerve is already technologically feasible and will become practical as surgical methods advance.

wouldn't this lead to folks talking to themselves a lot a lot?

Thursday, July 14, 2005

things either terribly appropriate or in hideous taste, depending on perspective

the song "I wanna be sedated" as the hold music when calling a doctor's office

Friday, July 08, 2005

hear and attend and listen, o my best beloved.

Dear People Who Neglect To Minimize Ambient Noise When Answering The Phone and/or Answer Unasked Questions,
Please help me understand why you feel the need to listen to your television/radio/screaming child/abusive cohabitant while I'm trying to ask you questions on the phone. It's distracting, annoying, and makes it difficult to hear your responses to my questions. I have chosen not to listen to the radio, watch tv, produce screaming children, or participate in an abusive cohabitation situation, and I do not appreciate being an unwilling participant in your tragic life.

Note that "she got married" is not an adequate (or gramatically correct) response to "what time might be more convenient for us to talk?" Also, when asked to answer using a rating scale, with specific answer options given, please do not use the phrase "well, you see, sometimes..." an then launch into a diatribe about the health of your second cousin's best friend's sister's next-door neighbor.

I understand that your true feelings may not be accurately captured with simple digits, however I am at the mercy of a database designed by a well-meaning, marginally english-speaking, crew of individuals who work in a windowless room in the basement of a non-ADA accesible building in the parking lot of a university hospital in the middle of a godforsaken desert. They do not actually want to know your true feelings, or your opinions, or your second cousin's best friend's sister's next-door neighbor's struggle with emphysema.

They want to keep the biostatisticians upstairs from obstructing the air conditioning vents, and biostatisticians are happy with numbers. Only numbers.

Thank you.