May 2011
71 posts
A highly relatable piece about self-worth in the age of the internet.
Let’s have a collective sigh for the poor interns who had to play the role of “Yeast Monsters” in Dr. Oz’s special demonstration today.
Who’s there?
Not Joplin, Missouri.
J, baby, I know we had plans tonight, but something’s come up. I’ll call you tomorrow.
I love baking. I HATE dishes.
How have I not thought of this sooner?!
Step 1. Cut a hole in the box. Okay, okay, just kidding, here goes:
Step 1. Using google chrome or FF, open any webpage
Step 2. Copy in the following javascript:
javascript:var i,s,ss=[‘http://kathack.com/js/kh.js’,’http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.5.1/jquery.min.js’];for(i=0;i!=ss.length;i++){s=document.createElement(‘script’);s.src=ss[i];document.body.appendChild(s);}void(0);
Step 3. Hold down your right mouse button to move the ball.
Enjoy, nerds!
Cows produce 15.6 usable pounds of protein per acre. On the other hand, soybeans produce 263 usable pounds of protein per acre. Even more astounding, hemp produces 293 usable pounds/acre.
From a 2003 article about Ahhnold:
“What a difference a couple of years make. In March 2001, Hollywood was agog at a sensational article about Arnold Schwarzenegger in Premiere magazine. It was entitled “Arnold The Barbarian”, and Arnie was accused of harassing, groping and fondling female reporters in his trailer - one came in to find the great man engaged in a certain sex act with another woman which he later reportedly laughed off with the deathless phrase: “Eating isn’t cheating.”“
If that’s not the most hilarious tagline you’ve ever heard, you should tongue-punch my fart box.
I need a pair of nude heels. Well…need might be a too strong of a word. But I really really want a pair.
Don’t ask me why I decided that net-a-porter would be a good place to start looking. I’ve never actually purchased anything from the luxury retail giant, nor do I wish to saw off my leg to barter for a pair of fabulous Manolos (maybe 2 pair?).
With that said, now I’m in love with a pair of Jimmy Choos that is way more than my monthly rent:
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Kinda perfect, huh CPW? They also come in black suede.
Then again, there’s always the classic Louboutin:
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A little more glitz than I’m looking for, but I had to show ‘em off.
While I’m window shopping, I might as well take a gander at the black heels (because I don’t already have 800 pair). These new Gucci’s jumped off of the screen and into my heart (swoon!):
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Maybe I’ll start selling kidneys for shoe money. That works, right?
1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear.
When you were 9, playing your armpit was a cool trick. Now, as an adult, you can still appreciate a good body-based feat, but you’re more discriminating. Take that tickle in your throat; it’s not worth gagging over. Here’s a better way to…
Intriguing 4-part series chronicling (put totally intended) a mother’s decision to treat her autistic son with marijuana.
This book is painfully compelling.
Although I don’t currently work with HeLa cells, many of my colleagues do, and I work with other immortalized cell lines. Never once had I stopped to think about the methods used to attain those lines. The story of the history of cell culture is fascinating from a scientists eyes.
The other piece that draws interest here is the very raw, very human feelings of the Lacks family, whose mother’s (wife’s, aunt’s…) cells were taken without their knowledge. The family finds out about Henrietta’s cells only after they had become a billion dollar industry.
I found it particularly fascinating that Skloot spent years (nearly a decade!) in very close contact with the Lacks family, absorbing every detail of their story. In this way, the book became almost autobiographical of the entire Lacks clan.
Skloot points out near the end of the book that even now, it is 100% legal for physicians to culture and experiment on your tissues without your knowledge! She wrote an article on the subject for the NYTimes Magazine back in 2006 that details the issue more completely.
Couldn’t put the book down. Kudos, Skloot.
Next up in the book queue: “The Emperor of All Maladies” by Siddhartha Mukherjee
Creative Loafing just published a list of the 100 dishes in Atlanta to eat before you die. I’m super ashamed to say that I’ve never had a single one. Not even one! I’ve lived here for 6 years! Jiminy Cricket!
I’m going to chalk up most of my hermit-ism to the fact that a large majority of those dishes are meat-packed. However, CL has parsed out the Top 5 Vegetarian Dishes in ATL. I’ve never even tried any of these restaurants. I’m especially anxious to get over to Top Flr and Sound Table since they’re sportin’ ScoutMobs.
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My latest discovery is newsprint nails. Perfect for the geeky fashionista in all of us!
Check out a step-by-step tutorial (with pictures!) here.
Today, I explained to my boss the meaning of “ROFLcopter”. #greatsuccess
Kudzoo, one of the gorillas at the ATL Zoo, had a baby girl this week. The photos are ridic cute, but wtf is going on with Kudzoo’s nipple? Yikes!
World beard and mustache competition. Check out homeboy second from the left in picture 12.