Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2011
There’s a popular myth that NASA spent “millions” of dollars developing a pen for astronauts to use in the weightless environment of a space ship — while their sensible Russian counterparts were happy to use the low-tech pencil. Alas, for all its appeal and plausibility, this is not true. Initially, astronauts and cosmonauts were both equipped with pencils, but there were problems: if a piece of lead broke off, for example, it could float into someone’s eye or nose. A pen was needed, one that would defy gravity, write in extreme heat or cold, and be leak proof: blobs of ink floating around the cabin would be more perilous than a stray pencil lead. A long-time pen maker named Paul C. Fisher patented the “space pen” in 1965 (which he had developed at the cost of a million dollars, at the request of but not under the auspices of NASA.) NASA bought four hundred of them at $6 each, and, after a couple of years of testing, the pens were put into space.
That is from Kitty Burns Florey, Script & Scribble: The Rise and Fall of Handwriting.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Hella proud that you buttoned your shirt correctly the first time? Yeah. Well someone else that sat in the same lecture hall as you did, just found a cure for cancer.
Monday, September 5, 2011
There's something about a crispy, toasted sandwich with gooey melted cheese that simply makes it better. With a cheap panini press (you can pick one up for $20), you can turn your boring sandwiches into restaurant rivals. The sandwich above was oatnut bread with a drizzle of olive oil on top, mozzarella cheese, salami, hot capicola and slices of green pepper. Try it out next time and let me know the results.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
"Men marrying men," he started, "that just ain't right."
"Women marrying women..." he trailed off.
"How does that even work?"
No one on the bus, including the coterie of nurses fresh off their shift from NWM, attempted an explanation.
As he stood waiting for the 151 to squeal to a halt and the rear doors to whip open, he gave his final blessing.
"Sooner or later we all gonna leave this earth."
And sooner rather than later, he departed the 151.