It transpires that the size of the picture in Amazon does not accurately reflect the actual size of the device, go figure? so now having reorganized my living room the new laser printer has a home and my old mate Andrew was the happy recipient of the old inkjet. I have, inadvertently, discovered another great advantage of laser over inkjet, I actually found this during the transportation of the devices you see laser printers don’t leak. As I was walking the inkjet down the road I mused over the fact that my fingers felt wet, then I checked and sure enough they were full of black ink the ink having emptied itself through the breath hole. I wouldn’t be overly distressed about the ink leakage if it wasn’t for the fact that I am only upgrading because the inkjet repeatedly tells me that its empty, well it bloody is now!
I delivered a wonderful set of cute clothes to the lovely Danny and Jodie yesterday and was treated to a cuddle of the most adorable 5 day old Lily, what a stunner! It’s so nice to see a young family rather than the horror stories that you hear today about single parents and unwanted pregnancies, really does return your faith in human nature. The red-hot apartment and heavily swaddled baby reminded me of bringing my own son up in a freezing house camped out in front of the fire for fear he would get cold. I for one am sure that Lily has a wonderful life with loving parents to look forward to and I will leave her my cell phone number in case she ever needs anyone to bang her parents heads together. As a slight aside, the irritating proliferation of ‘keep calm and …’ T shirts does nothing to detract from a newborn baby grow with the legend “Keep calm and giggle”, just warms your heart. Having left the newborn I was treated to seeing my fostering friends and their 5 month old (and just 12 pound) ward, it took some time but not only did I get rewarded with a smile and a gurgle but a set of limbs desperately perambulating towards me, another stunner and I apologise to my more adult friends for ignoring them, well a little anyway. As is doubtless clear from this post, I adore babies can there be anything more gorgeous, more innocent and more amazing than a baby?
In other news I idly looked through a catalogue today before returning it to the shelf and wondered if anyone has a more eclectic bookshelf than I do? On this shelf a catering equipment catalogue resides between a cookbook and a motorcycle repair manual, next to these is the Engineer’s relay handbook, the excellent Treitel’s Law of Contract and then One Million Tattoo’s. I could almost hear the Lloyd Grossman voice drawling ‘now who would live in a house like this’
A personal gripe if I may, why oh why do snack stores and cafes insist on placing chocolate bars in the fridge? Is it some belief that Cadbury and Mars are the purveyors of hand crafted luxury that needs chilling to preserve it? the only advantage, from a preservation perspective, of refrigerating mass produced chocolate is that it maintains the shape, so unless your store is a sauna it can and should be left at room temperature.
When you refrigerate my snack it loses all flavour and presents a serious risk to my teeth, I normally counter this by putting it in my pocket but this is hardly a precise science and inevitably I overcook the product. Would you chill potato crisps? Biscuits? Its bad enough that you have to chill my sandwich beyond any chance of taste but at least there is a reason for that, albeit Health and Bloody Safety, but please leave my chocolate at room temperature!
As a final note on this subject has anyone in the UK eaten a Bounty recently? I like coconut but to be honest I have always found this product has too much chocolate, the solution that I employed was to remove the ‘lid’ and thereby reduce the ratio of chocolate to coconut. I tried this today, no luck, oh I could have removed it if I had gnawed at it like a child or a pre menstrual woman but somethings changed. The ‘lid’ is now thinner and doesn’t separate as a thick chocolate slice anymore. Is this change brought about by recession? Some money saving or margin improvement plan? Perhaps a government edict to reduce calories? Or has my canteen purchased copies from china?
Thanks to my good friend Paul I was introduced to Schrödinger’s cat last year and its a joy that keeps on giving, this 1935 thought experiment was provided to me as a fool’s guide to Quantum Physics. In the briefest of terms it provides that a radioactive source is placed in a box with a monitor that detects the emitted radiation and when triggered releases a hammer which breaks a flask containing a lethal poison. Add a cat to the box and ask the simple question ‘is the cat alive or dead?’
Since the introduction I have debated this at much length with many colleagues and the Engineering response will be either a humorous one or, more commonly, a thoughtful ‘you cannot know’. The discharge of the radioactive source is random as is the likelihood of the discharge being detected, there is no indication from outside the box as to the detection or the welfare of the cat and so this seems a reasonable answer.
I threw the question at Gemma today and received a female answer which was enlightening. Having considered the options and the available information she didn’t hesitate to make a decision, the cat was dead. The next step in this debate, one where legal training comes in handing, is to ask ‘why’? and this illicited more thinking and ‘because its random’ …..’and well its more likely than not’ before some more thinking and reaching ‘hang on how long has it been in there?’ It’s interesting that the decision was made without any justification, despite apparent consideration, and also once an attempt was made to justify the decision it led inevitably to the need for more facts albeit facts that would not help answer the question.
How often does this mindset affect our everyday life? and is this mindset an Engineer/non Engineer or the more basic male/female juxtoposition? I don’t know the answer but it does illustrate an interesting difference in the machinations of minds. Is this, perhaps, why your wife does not listen to your excuses before chastising you, simply because she does not need all of the facts to make a decision? alternatively is this why your husband has not put the shelves up yet, because he needs to consider all of the facts before deciding?
I was discussing this with Wayne on the journey from work today and it led me to another thought on the technicalities of life. If we are saying that the male mind is most suited to detail and practicality and to weighing up decisions, then who is it that decided that men should determine their clothing choices simply by running a tape measure around the area to be clothed whilst women should have a code? What does a size ten mean and why not simply use the measured values? Is it an attempt to disguise unfavourable numbers? or to increase the amount of time that a low size is maintained since guys measure by inch but there are 2 inches between women’s sizes so they can hang onto a smaller size for longer?
I am thinking that not only is it a code but it’s designed to confuse the male of the species and allow women a ready excuse as to why clothing gifts need to be exchanged. To further support my belief that this is all intentionally coded I point to our American cousins who have shifted their register such that a UK/AUS size 12 is a US size 10 which reminds me of the diet food debate, making the number smaller does not make the person smaller!