The Elegant Universe is probably my favorite documentary about anything ever. I spent a full hour in the DVD section of Barnes & Noble looking for it because I was convinced it was there, despite the workers telling me it wasn’t. Then, just like that, straight out of the 11th dimension, it emerged.
It’s three hours worth of tackling the most complicated issue in Physics – the unification of all laws of the universe into one theory. Now, I’m a chemist. Physics – especially the theoretical, mathematically-heavy kind – is completely beyond me. But The Elegant Universe is as elegantly made as the theory it describes. It’s completely accessible despite its main topic being abnormally abstract. It’s pretty much the best way to spend your time.
So grab you popcorn, Milk Duds, donuts and pints of ice cream and go watch it online (you gotta love Nova and PBS):
Part 1: A great summary of gravity, electromagnetism, general relativity, development of quantum mechanics, and introduction to string theory.
Part 2: Expands on string theory and its development, featuring gravity – nature’s bastard child.
Part 3: String theory gone awry! Then a mathematical supergenious comes to the rescue. And, oh yeah, the 11th dimension.
I don’t care who you where, where you’re from, where you’ve been or what pathogens you carry – if you don’t find this hilarious you need to re-examine your life and figure out where it went wrong:
Ah, French education. It makes for endless, humorous fodder:
Holy shit, it’s happened.
I am officially a graduate student. Best part? I will finally get to wear one of these at graduation:
I hear there is hooding involved. Fancy!
Let this serve as warning that rants about quantum mechanics are forthcoming.
This weekend was a solid 8.5/10. Any weekend I get to wear my favorite t-shirt because it isn’t buried in the dirty laundry is automatically a good one:
– My boyfriend and I rode our bikes into and around the city. Had two near collisions because I am awfully inattentive and clumsy. With that said, New Yorkers should really try using their brakes more often. I promise it’s just as easy as using the horns.
– I had French toast with raspberry jam for breakfast on Saturday. Yum!
– I had Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast on Sunday. Double yum!
– Ate about five Nutella sandwiches this weekend. Quintuple yum! Their tagline should be “Everything’s better when covered in Nutella”. It’s ridiculous how much I love this stuff.
– I trimmed my bangs. It came out shorter than intended, but I quite like it.
– I got to watch Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. It was amazing. I never read the comics – nor had I known of their existence – but the movie was pure joy. It was hilarious, none of the jokes were overused, witty and completely unpretentious. I know I missed most references made (save for the X-Men one, for which I was proud) but the movie still delivered. The comic book-ness of it all was visually stimulating and entertaining. I would watch it again, no bones about it.
– We took Izzy to the dog park. I am endlessly entertained by watching dogs roll around in dirt, chase and collide with each other, and owners scrambling around frantically trying to control it all.
– Went to friends’ house for dinner. While the stuffed peppers were great, the star of the night was their dog Jake. He’s insane and extremely high energy, but very intelligent and a total sweetheart. His antics put off my chubby, cranky, anti-social, old lady of a dog but he was relentless. It was a treat to watch him egg Izzy on.
Out of the nearly ten years I’ve lived in the U.S., six were spent in South Florida, which, as far as weather is concerned, has two settings – hot and wet. Year after year, the environment remains static and the grass always green. Fortunately, now I live in a place where all seasons are equally represented and I get to document the flowers as they spring up. Daffodils, tulips, lilies, then cherry trees.
But of all the flowers, orchids are queens. They are nature’s great deceivers – delicate-looking, but astoundingly sturdy and resilient; dainty and feminine but named for the Greek for “testes” (orchis). Roses may be the most poetic, but orchids are femmes fatales.
I was hesitant to begin a blog. The internet is crowded with them and my insights aren’t really necessary.
The reason behind the sudden change? I spent last Saturday riding to and in Governor’s Island. I had a blast. I hadn’t had such a thoroughly fun day in a long time. My enthusiasm has spilled over into this week, enticing me to share pictures of that fantastic day – Civil War reenactors and all.
I sincerely cannot believe I joined.
Years ago I swore off all social networking. I was also convinced blogging was reserved exclusively for those whose lives were exponentially more fabulously interesting than mine, or who were completely mundane but ostentatiously self-absorbed. I always figured no one would ever be interested in reading anything I had to say because I’m sure as hell boring.
Nonetheless, here I am. I guess this means I’m vain.
This place will serve as a repository for my likes and dislikes, rants and whatever else mindless drivel I feel like sharing.
Welcome to the so-so train. We serve cold porridge and travel at a safe, 30mph.