Friday, June 11, 2010
Mind, Body and Soul Week
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Procrastination Nation..
I hate HATE when you *have* to do something very important, and you find everything in your power to not do it. WHY??
OK that's it getting up RIGHT NOW to do it.
I'll just check my e-mail first... &make a cup of coffee, then I'm definitely getting up!
OK that's it getting up RIGHT NOW to do it.
I'll just check my e-mail first... &make a cup of coffee, then I'm definitely getting up!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My Brave Unc.William Einstein
I read in my Uncle Williams memoirs that when he was younger, he and his parents lived beside the Great Albert Einstein- wow- in New Jersey. He wrote that A.E had played the Sax/Trumpet very badly, and that sadly his genius did not diffuse through the walls. I believe it did. He's such a great man.
I found this picture of Einstein and it made me think of the anecdote my Uncle William shared.
I read an autobiography of Einsteins once, he was a fascinating man. I asked my Professor last year during a neurophysiology practical what the difference between his brain and that of any regular persons was and he said that upon postmortem specialists had found that there are more defined neuron pathways.
I'm going to go buy myself a DS. :)
Monday, May 10, 2010
Signs Of Summer Coming..
The other day I was walking to an exam with Kim, we went through Herbert Park and I spotted the most peculiar looking duck... not like the regular mallards, it was so much more ornate. Upon inspection i noticed it was actually a pair, the female is much more Glam that our little brown ones.
Anyway after much research I found that It was infact a North American Wood Duck!
Their breeding habitat is wooded swamps, shallow lakes, marshes or ponds in eastern North America, the west coast of the United States and western Mexico. They usually nest in cavities in trees close to water, although they will take advantage of nesting boxes in wetland locations if available. The Wood Duck tends to fly for prolonged periods of time after reproducing. Their personality is shy and skittish.
They predict a good summer! Come on BBQ weather!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
My Mad Mother.
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
My little babe! thy lips are still,
And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill.
--Where art thou gone my own dear child?
What wicked looks are those I see?
Alas! alas! that look so wild,
It never, never came from me:
If thou art mad, my pretty lad,
Then I must be for ever sad.
For I thy own dear mother am.
My love for thee has well been tried:
I've sought thy father far and wide.
I know the poisons of the shade,
I know the earth-nuts fit for food;
Then, pretty dear, be not afraid;
We'll find thy father in the wood.
Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away!
And there, my babe; we'll live for aye.
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