Have you ever wondered why most cake mixes require you to add eggs? I mean, they put everything else in a box, why not the egg part?
Been working some pretty insane hours.
During the brief lulls – like when I print up 100 pages of pleadings, or wait while a huge file downloads – do all sortsa motley stuff.
- Skim about a third of the Economist’s Style Guide. It’s a must read for the hardcore nerd.
- Spend more time one Facebook than I would like to admit as a 38 year-old professional.
- Catch up on some cooking shows, namely America’s Test Kitchen where I think about buying a replacement Crock Pot but it’s too soon. Too soon.
- Watch random videos, like the one below where a German girl speaks pretty good Chinese. Probably only amusing if you understand Chinese/German.
Speakinga reading, the Economist, Chinese, and Germans, evidently there’s this thing called a Babyklappe where people can slip their unwanted babies into a box for pickup. The same thing exists in China and elsewhere.
It’s that parent thing I wrote about last time.
Dunno if I should be horrified something like that exists – that someone would just discard a human being; or comforted – that someone will try to take care of them.
Anyway, back to the egg thingy. This guy named Ernest Dichter postulated that women didn’t like the idea of “just adding water” to make food so to do more involve them, he suggested that they add eggs, a symbol of fertility.
Spend a lotta time wondering about cruelty, kindess, everything in between. And why we’re here at all.
Well, as much time as I have until the printer stops or the download downloads.
Then, snap outta my thoughts and get back to my slice of the world.
Which is evidently reading print so small it’s a wonder I can still read at all.
Location: in the gym yesterday; Brooklyn today
Mood: less sick
Music: This is the fear This is the dread These are the contents of my head