Measurements compiled by Lawson and her colleagues show that a D-cup in a low-support bra can travel as much as 35 inches up and down (35 inches!) during exercise, while a B-cup in a high-support bra barely moves an inch.

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(I don’t know how much they spent to get that data…but they coulda just paid me and I woulda told them.)

“To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.”
- Gaston Bachelard

On my way to work in the morning I usually listen to a local radio station that is run by high-school students and only plays songs from the 70’s. (No comment)

Well, this morning I heard a song I had long forgotten even existed, but the minute I heard it, I remembered most of the words and grinned as I followed along. It was that campy song from the mid-70’s called “Convoy”.

Before the song even finished a cereal box image flashed in my mind and my mouth was filled with the memory of sugary goodness. I thought about it for a minute and began to recall a “Honeycomb” cereal box that was tied into the popularity of that song and the big CB lingo craze that accompanied it. (Of course Flickr had photo evidence of the box.) It’s funny how the memory works and how intricately related all those supposedly dead memories were linked in my mind.

All of this made me think of my Grandfather’s brother and how when he was lingering in his final years, he lost most of his short-term and great swatches of his ‘mid-term’ memory…but how he could descriptively recall events that happened in his very early life.

I’m a bit concerned when I think of all the tacky 70’s kitsch that awaits me in…oh…2042 or 2050.

Nothing helps you appreciate 34 degrees in Texas … like 11 degrees in Chicago does. Nonetheless, I really enjoy the windy, wintery city. Just got home last night. Ps. Southwest airlines from Lovefield to Midway is not a bad way to go…even with the St. Louis pass-thru. Sure it’s an extra up/down, but you get to avoid O’hare completely!

In other news, I’m not a rapid adapter in the tech world. I’m not even a fast-follower. But sometimes, when enough critical mass shifts, I get shifted along. So yesterday I got the final straw that broke the Twitter’s back and decided to take the leap. (Thanks Brian…and those who knocked before him.) So here I am.

My birthday was a bit of a bummer this year due to illness. I spent most of the day curled up in a ball. So we’ve decided that I get a ‘do over’ on some date in the future, still to be determined. I think I’ll have it be in the summer. I’ve always wanted a nice summer birthday. We’ll see.

Oh shit, I guess this means I’m related to ‘rangutan!!

(oh…and I’m prolly Ukrainian too. Could this day get any worse? haha! )

I stayed in from the cold and drizzle outside and spent the day puttering around the kitchen and cooking some spicy, warm treats. The colors, aromas and flavors of the spices seemed to vanquish the damp gray as it tried to sneak in from behind the blinds.

from xkcd.com

Talent can be described as “that which we have,” and Genius as “that which has us.”

-Harold Speed

Butterfly is reading the original Pinocchio to enhance her Italian language skills. I haven’t thought about that story in quite some time, but once reminded I began to wonder/reflect on the metaphysical implications of the story regarding the origins of consciousness. (Of course I am not implying anything in particular regarding the author’s original intent on this topic.)

And because I live in this wondrous modern world where people can communicate their wacky ideas to one another via a series of interconnected tubes, I was able to find an abundance of material relating specifically to my query. (The abundance of material both shed light and gave me the vague comfort that I am but one of many mind freaks.) Thus, I found the following curious site:

Curiously, with the influence of the physical sciences upon our ideas, and the strength of materialist philosophy, we can be left in a similar position - we can believe that the world, including the people in it, is composed of nothing but matter, and we are then left with the problem of explaining how matter can become conscious. In particular we are left with what I will call the ‘Pinocchio Problem’, which is the problem of providing an explanation of how the matter in our bodies or our nervous systems can possibly give rise to sentience - the inner, ‘first person’ experience of sensory data such as noises and smells and visual images, pleasure and pain.

The entire article/essay is lengthy but thought-provoking