25 7 / 2014

  1. I’m never proud of the words I say in anger and pain, even though sometimes those words of the most succinct expression of what needs saying. Last night saw my pain completely uncorked, and those words flowed. Today I’m mopping up the floor.
  2. I learned the value of an apology at an early age; the forgiveness and renewed peace that came with saying “I’m sorry” always seemed to make the transgression just melt away. particularly when all parties were invested in that peace. I’m still skilled in apologizing, and sometimes for the same reason – to make peace. What I’m struggling with now is knowing when not to apologize. I guess more accurately, I don’t need to apologize for my feelings, rather the ways I sometimes express them in the heat of the moment (see item 1).
  3. It’s a cool sunny day here in the Ohio Valley, and I’ll be spending a lot of it working in the yard. Digging down in that dirt will be the perfect therapy.
  4. Equally therapeutic is the bent ear of a friend. It wasn’t all venting last night though – I revealed small details about the lightness and joy the universe seems to have bestowed upon me. I even shared my favorite photograph of late. Thank you so much, Paul, and sorry about the headache.
  5. I came in to find new chairs in my classroom today, which gave me no small thrill. It’s the little things…

25 7 / 2014

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24 7 / 2014

Thank you, dear friend. I’m more lover than fighter, so this is particularly hard, but apparently the knives are now out (if I may mix my metaphors).

24 7 / 2014

And now I find myself needing that same fighting spirit, that same ability to defend myself, dodge and weave, and land the punches.

24 7 / 2014

Chartered a private flight. (at Louisville Beer Store)

Chartered a private flight. (at Louisville Beer Store)

24 7 / 2014

This version may come off a little square compared to Lady Day’s take, but Helen Ward’s recording is what I grew up listening to on my dad’s well-worn favorite Benny Goodman album, and I just love it. It’s the perfect soundtrack to the smile I can’t seem to remove from my face right now…

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24 7 / 2014

putthison:

Boxers, Briefs, or Coil Spacers and a Restraint Layer?
Alyssa Shaw visits the Smithsonian’s Suited for Space exhibition, currently in Philadelphia, and considers the evolution of astronaut undies: 

On display in the quirky exhibition are a few different models of spacesuit underwear, including a beige cotton one-piece with coil spacers affixed strategically to allow airflow…. A sketch from 1965 shows the Gemini EV spacesuit with its many layers, the first of which labeled “underwear,” others including “comfort layer,” “pressure bladder,” and “restraint layer.” In the late 1960s, Atlas Underwear Corporations designed the Apollo 11 “biobelt,” a soft layer worn against astronaut’s skin designed to monitor things like blood pressure, but not necessarily designed with the wearer’s comfort in mind. Commander Chris Conrad of the Apollo 12 mission wasn’t a fan of the biobelt. He mused, “It looks like I’ve got poison ivy under these things.”
Space underwear have come a long way since their first use fifty years ago. They still resemble those one-piece men’s pajamas your great-grandfather probably wore, but today’s technology replaces elements like coil spacers. Some of the most recent underlayers are composed of stretchy material that provides the flexibility astronauts need when navigating and working in space. They are typically fitted with cooling tubes and sweat-wicking fabric to keep their body temperatures at a nice medium between the coldness of space and the heat pent up in their tight suits.

It’s July and I’ve already shed all the layers of clothing basic decency and the law allow. Who’s down for some cooling tube underwear? Via Andrew Sullivan.
-Pete

putthison:

Boxers, Briefs, or Coil Spacers and a Restraint Layer?

Alyssa Shaw visits the Smithsonian’s Suited for Space exhibition, currently in Philadelphia, and considers the evolution of astronaut undies:

On display in the quirky exhibition are a few different models of spacesuit underwear, including a beige cotton one-piece with coil spacers affixed strategically to allow airflow…. A sketch from 1965 shows the Gemini EV spacesuit with its many layers, the first of which labeled “underwear,” others including “comfort layer,” “pressure bladder,” and “restraint layer.” In the late 1960s, Atlas Underwear Corporations designed the Apollo 11 “biobelt,” a soft layer worn against astronaut’s skin designed to monitor things like blood pressure, but not necessarily designed with the wearer’s comfort in mind. Commander Chris Conrad of the Apollo 12 mission wasn’t a fan of the biobelt. He mused, “It looks like I’ve got poison ivy under these things.”

Space underwear have come a long way since their first use fifty years ago. They still resemble those one-piece men’s pajamas your great-grandfather probably wore, but today’s technology replaces elements like coil spacers. Some of the most recent underlayers are composed of stretchy material that provides the flexibility astronauts need when navigating and working in space. They are typically fitted with cooling tubes and sweat-wicking fabric to keep their body temperatures at a nice medium between the coldness of space and the heat pent up in their tight suits.

It’s July and I’ve already shed all the layers of clothing basic decency and the law allow. Who’s down for some cooling tube underwear? Via Andrew Sullivan.

-Pete

24 7 / 2014

Hey, Trojan Records! I’m looking for graphic design work. You clearly need a graphic designer. Let’s make things happen!

(Source: Spotify)

24 7 / 2014

Sending a little of The Louisville Lip’s chutzpah out into the universe today.

Sending a little of The Louisville Lip’s chutzpah out into the universe today.

24 7 / 2014

That’s me, like every work night. Fall asleep on couch, go to bed, wide awake.
If I had any sense whatsoever, I would have just turned in and stayed in, but I had things I wanted to do before the day was officially over. My sleep has been pretty erratic lately, and I think my body was trying to tell me something. Did I listen? Nope…