Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Tidbits.

1.   From the real estate office down the street: 

San Francisco: where 2 beds + 1 bath = 2.7 million dollars

2.  From the Ballast Building Systems ARE study guide: 

     “To quantify the effects of clothing [on human comfort], the unit clo was developed.  One clo is about equal to the typical American man’s business suit or about 0.15 clo/lbm of clothing.”

     My comments:

- The unit clo is hilarious and cute.

- The second sentence from the study guide does not make sense.  One clo cannot equal 0.15 clo/lb.  (That it can equal a typical American man’s business suit is also up for debate.  Does this mean when Will and I are packing to go to the next wedding I can tell him not to forget his clo?)

- Upon further investigation (Wikipedia), I believe the study guide should have said 0.15 K·m²/W.  If you are interested (and even if you’re not), K·m²/W is the same unit for the R-value for insulation.  Which makes sense because clo measures the insulation value of clothing.

- Furthermore, according to Wikipedia, another unit for the insulation value of clothing is the tog (1 clo = 1.55 togs).  “Togs” is supposedly a British slang term for clothes.


3.    ABC 13 Eyewitness News wants to know: “Can Houston Clean Up Its Chronic Dumping Problem?”  I want to know…can anyone really?


Monday, March 28, 2016

Happy Easter Monday.

Late blob, Easter edition.  Yesterday, besides being the celebration of our Lord’s resurrection and triumph over death, was my first day back on Facebook since the beginning of Lent.  I had been entertaining the idea of quitting Facebook for a while, so giving it up for Lent felt like a good opportunity to experiment with a Facebook-free life.  I hoped it would be like when I gave up AOL Instant Messenger (“AIM”, if you recall) for Lent my junior year of high school.  Before that, I was addicted to AIM.  I’d sign on as soon as I sat down to start my homework and log off just before I went to bed.  Of course, there were valuable chats with Kelsey, necessary homework discussions, and some fun, light cyber-bullying (everyone relax, we just made up a screen name to play an extended prank on a girl we knew…all before cyber bullying got such a bad name).  But there was also a lot of checking people’s away messages, staring at my buddy list wondering if my architecture camp crush would sign on so I could then agonize over whether or not to instant message (“IM”) him, etc.  After long, I realized it was an unproductive, soul-sucking hole, so I gave it up for Lent and never went back.  I was reborn.

That is my hope for my relationship with Facebook.  Facebook was less an addiction for me and more an infuriating habit.  I would wake up, check my email, then scroll through Facebook and inevitably get disgusted by some inanity on my newsfeed.  Really great way to start the day.  So, Facebook, be gone from my phone forever.  I think my Lenten sacrifice has done the trick.  I’ll check it occasionally from my computer to stalk my sister’s new boyfriend and to check for photos of my favorite babies of friends.  Otherwise, I can revel in my ignorance of what all my quasi-friends are up to.  My eyes will have to adjust to a lot less rolling.   

Happy Easter, y’all.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

To the Grand Old Party.

Dear Reasonable Republicans (come out, come out, wherever you are),

I voted for John McCain in 2008.  I had always liked him and thought he was a reasonable guy.  Admittedly, I failed to recognize the crazy that is Sarah Palin.  But, John McCain is still alive right now, so I like to think that if he had been elected, psychopants Palin wouldn’t have gotten her shot at the Oval Office.  Regardless, unlike most of my fellow college students, I wasn’t swept away by chants for hope and change and hope and change and hope and change.  I felt (and still feel, to an extent) that Obama’s idealism was naïve.  Pretty speeches do not make a peaceful world, as we have seen in a Middle East that is in no better shape now after eight years of Obama than it was after eight years of Bush.  I was, however, proud and encouraged that our country could finally elect a black president.  I hoped it was a sign of healing for a polarized electorate.

But, of course, I was wrong.  Over the last eight years, we’ve watched you, Republicans, descend into paranoia and allow ideologues to hijack the party.  You strangely decided to stake your lives and honor on preventing gay people from getting married, on pretending abortion and gender-neutral bathrooms are two of the biggest threats to our national security, on blaming gun violence on anything other than guns.  By fixating on these and other similar issues, by making compromise a dirty word, and by holding up Barack Obama as the root of all evil, you have allowed people like Mary Lou Bruner to believe they are espousing Republican ideals.  If these are not Republican ideals, why don’t you say so?  How do we know your silence is not tacit approval?  Your fear of alienating people who subscribe to hateful and dangerous agendas has just about handed the Republican nomination to Donald Trump.

Do I think Obama has done a fantastic job as president?  Not particularly.  Do I think every single thing he does is wrong, perhaps even evil, and that every single thing he touches must be spat upon, cursed, and torched?  Emphatically no.  Herein lies one of my most basic frustrations with you, Republicans.  You have never been able to mount productive and rational debate of Obama’s policy (which could have benefited from honest critique) because you are petulant little boys who constantly cry wolf.  You have allowed the bogeymen of Planned Parenthood, gay marriage, and a gun-safe-raiding Barack Obama drive reason, practicality, and credibility from the party.  You can’t preach (or allow others to preach for you) anger, anti-intellectualism, anti-progress, and an oversimplified good-versus-evil view of the world, and then be surprised when that’s what your voters want.

Our democracy is starving for healthy debate.  There are real problems to solve, but they are not insurmountable.  But you, Republicans, have been unable and unwilling to contribute to the problem solving.  It is no coincidence that you now see your party imploding.

I have a suggestion.

Quit panicking and see the opportunity in the disarray.  Couldn’t this be a chance to cut the crazy and form a moderate party?  A party that is interested in governing rather than spreading an ideology?  The process wouldn’t be pretty and it would require serious humility from you, reasonable Republicans.  But in the end, you free yourselves from the crazies who have destroyed you and you marginalize them into oblivion.  You must dig deep for that last shred of integrity that must be there…somewhere.  Let Trump have the Republican nomination, let him have Ted Cruz as his VP.  Then publicly deny them your support.  Hand the election to Hillary on the condition she recognizes this new moderate party and is willing to work with it.  Swallow your pride and form an alliance with Democrats that will crush the Tea Party out of existence.  You have more in common with Democrats than with psychopants.  Do you really want to end dysfunction in Washington?  Don’t you actually want to govern?  Aren’t you tired of being so angry all the time?  Let’s make this election exciting in a good way, rather than in a terrifying way. 

Is this a pipe dream?  Perhaps.  Will you continue your cowardly ways and do as you’re told and support the eventual Republican nominee?  I know that is likely.  I’ll be voting for Hillary either way, because you’ve lost me.  But you know the way to get me back.

With regards for your health and happiness,
Claire


PS.  I’m not sure if he can count himself among your reasonable ranks, but tell Marco goodbye from the blob.  I had planned a scathing farewell, but this video gave me pause.




Friday, March 11, 2016

So lazy.

(First world problem post.) 

I really wish I could order coffee by drone.  That’s coming soon, right?  It would just fly up to my window.  I suppose I could use one of the food delivery apps, but what if the coffee is cold by the time it gets to me?  I’m just in a big predicament here.  It’s my Friday off (two days late blob, I apologize), and I really need to study for my next exam.  But I know as soon as I open the book, I am going to fall asleep.

“Couldn’t you just make your own coffee?” you ask.  Yes, but the milk is spoiled and I don’t do black coffee.

“Couldn’t you walk to the nearest coffee shop?  You live in San Francisco—a coffee shop is never too far away.”  You are correct again.  But there is this really big hill and it’s raining.

The actual problem here is that I am too comfortable.  I’m in comfy clothes, sitting on a comfy couch, just relaxing by myself.  I could doze off any second.  I think I have inherited this from my dad’s side of the family.  We are impressive dozers. 

Alas, I cannot let this day slip by with no studying.  The test is two weeks from today, I haven’t started studying yet, and I’ll be away all next weekend for Mahe’s wedding (!!!!!!) in New Orleans.  So study I must.  I publicly resolve to get off this couch, put on my rain boots, and make the coffee trek.  Thank you for keeping me honest.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

It's bedtime in America.

I’m sure you’re all craving my Super Tuesday analysis, but I’m going to have to deny you that pleasure.  I think the Blob needs a small break from politics, but it’s also a bit late for me to write a full post on something else.  I’ll leave you with this.

You can go back to sleep now.