No, I didn’t misspell cannon. You’ll see.
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Barring one softball game tonight—though it may be rained or flooded out, the way the weather is falling out of the sky this morning—one day camp registration picnic tomorrow, and a church picnic and a graduation party Sunday (for which I still have to pick up an Office Max card), my To Do List From Hell is done, y’all.
I can see June from here! And it looks relatively peaceful.*
So now, I guess I get to make a list of stuff I want to do, right?
Um, right?
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Liquid Flowers
Jack Long captures calculated splashes with high-speed film.
He has more on Flickr. Check out the bubbles!
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Firing up Pachelbel’s Canon
Told you I got it right.
If only the Piano Guys could do they same thing for Pomp and Circumstance . . .
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The Workspace of Genius
See? I do have something in common with Einstein besides several righteous cowlicks:
Just swap the math on the board for a shopping list and plot points and put a cat in the middle of it all and this is our dining room table my writing space.
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Ask Tomorrow—He Knows
A co-worker and I recently spent a borderline-unreasonable amount of time trying to reconstruct an old Abbott and Costello skit while we were sticking RFID tags in DVD cases.
We didn’t get it quite right, as neither of us could remember the shortstop’s name.
But later, when another co-worker said, “I don’t know,” in the middle of the workroom, she was interrupted by a chorus of “Third Base!” from all corners—and an eyeroll from the nearest supervisor.
So, so worth it.
Earful of Cider 