Paiden ‘reads’ Each Peach Pear Plum.
One night after reading Each Peach Pear Plum to Paiden, she said she wanted to read it back to me. To my surprise, she MEMORIZED the whole book. Well, actually I wasn’t that surprised.
Gizmodo says it would cost $478,947,711,160 to build the starship Enterprise.
- Good thing that in Star Trek’s timeline, they don’t use money in the future.
c’mon.. this has kickstarter written all over it.
If Google Glass was a monocle, I’d be more apt to wearing.. Look at how classy Mr. Peanut looks here.
The Causality of Poo.
Paiden has been giving us a lot of deep thoughts lately. I’ve been trying to capture as many of these moments as possible. Here she is pontificating on the causality of poo.
Please follow her!
meanwhile in my house….
Good grief.
it would have been great if one of them stopped in front of the TV and said, “When will then be now?”
Source: thegodofhellfire
This.
All my chez-e poof emotions @EmojiWorldApp #EmojiWorld!
its tough, so tough.
Amazon - 2 years after purchase date, you receive an email offering to trade in your book for a gift card.
/via Simon SourisThis isn’t a meaningless but thoughtful design detail. This is millions of dollars in new revenue.
Amazon’s trade-in program is brilliant. Items exchanged are often re-sold, with Amazon taking a cut. The “gift card” is often redeemed for purchases greater than the value of the gift card, so Amazon makes money there too.
So 1 trade-in = 2 net-positive transactions for Amazon that otherwise may not have happened.
Source: littlebigdetails
“Sarah might do something as simple as sit on her mat, lean forward and touch her toes - a hammy stretch from soccer practice - but somehow make it totally consuming. She had a concentration that expanded into her entire body. In many ways, it felt like I was watching a waterfall: the same roaring power, the same glassy beauty, with my brain achieving the same hum in its presence. It wasn’t difficulty or aesthetics. Most of her postures were the stuff b-list ice skaters would scorn on those terms. It was as if I was watching Sarah perfect herself. Or I was watching a more perfect Sarah. As she poured herself from posture to posture, this woman, standing on a towel on a mat in a slightly stinky room, took on a dimension I had previously only associated with natural phenomena, the stuff of Sierra Club calendars: rockwalls and ice chasms, somehow distilled into the body of a twenty-one-year-old.”
Twist-Ties vs. Plastic Clips: Tiny Titans Battle for the Bakery Aisle
Must be a slow news day.
Lighten up, Pope Francis.
