The quote in my previous post mentioned the second law of thermodynamics. Though I had studied something about it in high school, I didn’t (and don’t!) remember anything about it. So I asked M. He is the scientist of the family after all. Well, he wasn’t very helpful! He remembered something about entropy, but not much more.
On Sunday I was part of a scientific experiment! I mean I was a passenger on a scientific experiment. Said experiment is an electric vehicle M. is working on. I cannot be more specific, it’s a secret experiment! Ehm, actually I cannot be more specific, because I don’t know how to be more specific.
Anyway, while riding on this futuristic electric vehicle, this red button caught my attention.
I asked what happens when you push it, and basically what happens is that the power is switched off.
So I made sure to stay away from the red button, even though I kept thinking about Peter Griffin in this episode of Family Guy:
Then yesterday I saw this video and I thought “When you push the red button, this should happen!”.
They’re three now. Out of the five I’ve planted. They’re quite nice, even though in this picture they look like they’re in a cage. Well, probably a balcony is a kind of cage to them…for sure they would prefer to be in an open field.
Anyway, I’m taking good care of them and they’re giving a touch of beauty to my balcony.
The other day, the guy I work with asked me what kind of music I like. It should be easy to answer this type of question, but not for me. I never know what to say when they ask me what kind of music I like. Replace music with books, films, food etc. and it’s the same story. Probably the thing is that I don’t like to generalize. I may like that particular song, or even this particular singer, but I can’t say that I prefer rock or classical music, pop artists or heavy metal bands. It depends.
Anyway, my answer “I don’t know. It depends” wasn’t enough for the guy. So I told him that someone I listen to quite often is Rufus Wainwright. I even have one of his songs as phone ring. At first it wasn’t such a good idea…I would go on listening to the song for a while before realizing it was my phone ringing! Good thing I don’t receive so many phone calls. 😉
So he tells me when someone’s calling me, but he’s also my soundtrack when I’m on the bus or the train. It’s either him or Damien Rice.