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February 2010

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February is International Mustache Month

Back at Olde Reed February was International Mustache Month.  Anyone who grew out a mustache during February would get in free to beer gardens, parties and other special events.  Those of us unendowed with facial hair could opt to wear a fake or draw one on.  So, I’d like to invite all you tumblrs to celebrate the glory of International Mustache Month.  And even if you choose not to play along this month, you can live vicariously through my blog, where I’ll be posting all manner of things mustache-related.

Jan 31, 20107 notes
#february is international mustache month #olde reed
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January 2010

46 posts

Jan 31, 201010 notes
#Odell Brewing #barrel room #beer
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#beer #Odell Brewing
Orion These New Puritans

These New Puritans - Orion

(via eush.  This song has been bouncing around my head since she posted it last night.)


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#bluegrass
Angel Echoes Four Tet

Four Tet - Angel Echoes

jamesnord:

download the album here (spoiler alert: it is fantastic)

Jan 27, 20108 notes
And speaking of fortune cookies

I actually have to disagree with Vickie, and say that hers is the second best fortune ever.  I hold that the best fortune I ever saw was one that read, “If you’re still hungry, have another fortune cookie.”   Holy shit, did that blow my mind at the time.  It was so simple, but so true.  The fortune came to me (in a cookie) at a time, years ago, when I felt surrounded by people who took themselves for martyrs.  Instead of solving their problems, they flagellated themselves, glorified their suffering, and then complained to me about how unfair it all was.

I liked that fortune so much, I kept it with me in my wallet.  Sometimes I’d take it out to remind myself:  Be a Scheiner, not a whiner.  If you’re hungry, shut up and eat a god- damn cookie.

This, in turn reminds me of a phrase my mother would lovingly utter whenever my sister and I complained of hunger; “Eat your fist.”  I urge you to try this, dear reader, at least once.  While the appetite-suppressing characteristics of this technique have not been fully evaluated, it is certainly effective at shutting a kid up.

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#fortune cookie #love
Grad school, I want my life back.
  • Duncan: what's up?
  • Me: reading. writing.
  • Me: reading about reading and writing.
  • Me: writing about writing and reading. im not even kidding.
Jan 26, 201011 notes
#grad school #fml #speech pathology
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#recipe #playdo
Jan 21, 201019 notes
#brains #neuroscience
Boulder Community ER

I’m sitting in the nurse’s chair and I’m close enough to the bed to lean my elbow on it.  Crooking up arm back up, I’m in the perfect position to rest my cheek in my hand.  Except I’m thinking: humerus, radius, ulna, phalanges, zygomatic.  Anatomy seems more relevant here in the hospital.

On the bed, M is sleeping.  I’d be tired, too, if I’d just had that much demarol and morphine pushed into my arm.  So he’s sleeping, and I’m trying to sleep, but damn if the ER isn’t the worst place on Earth to nap.  Out in the hallway metal cabinets slam shut; soft-soled shoes squeak against linoleum; somewhere close by the linoleum is being vacuumed.  Loudly.

Every once in a while, a machine in the hall starts beeping.  It’s more than a simple beep- it actually has two tones: Bee-BEEP, Bee-BEEP.  It occurs to me that the machine is beeping in Iambic.  The beeping goes on for feet and feet, meter after meter.   I try to count the beeps, and then the silent time between stanzas.  Twelve sets, then 45 seconds of quiet.  I need to concentrate to hear over all the other ambient noise.   Sometimes, during the quiet, I’m listening so hard that I hear phantom beeps.  I redouble my concentration.  Thirty seven sets, and over a minute of quiet.  Then another twelve, followed quickly by 7 more.  I don’t know what it means, and I feel myself growing frustrated by the randomness.  If I can’t sleep, I at least want to know the pattern, but it looks like I’m not getting either wish.   I give up counting and start narrating.  The beeps fade behind me and things can start making sense again.

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#gpoyw #my legs aren't that skinny #but i do twirl my hair
Lists Galore!: Gross anatomy: 50 bizarre body parts → listsgalore.blogspot.com

Thanks Beth!  There was so much good stuff on this list.  For the speech pathologists there was a cochlea necklace (WANT) and a knitted larynx!  They also featured the picture we use as our avatar for our food blog (whatwehadfordinner) and a bunch of the knitted neuroscience pictures i posted last month.

msbeth:

For Lo.

Jan 19, 20103 notes
#anatomy
Paradise Circus Massive Attack

kafka-on-the-shore:

Massive Attack - Paradise Circus

jenrobinson:

A sexy new track from Massive Attack’s long-awaited Heligoland, due February 8, 2010

Jan 17, 201052 notes
“It ain’t a Saturday night without 2 Live Crew.” —Dancer at the Bus Stop, a north Boulder strip club. Yep… Guess where I am.
Jan 16, 2010
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#sketchy alley #alley #boulder
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