Happy birthday to vanuslux!
Hello to new readers gypsyfae and midnightbunny!
Geography Fair like whoa.
All I gotta say is thank goodness the Ethiopia table had coffee.
Okay, well, yes, also - Elayna's table looked pretty good, thank goodness. :) I'm glad I thought of sending in a placemat and plate in contrasting colors to match the Croatian flag. Food and music were worth extra credit, so there was food aplenty; I needn't have eaten breakfast! I'm glad Elayna made her own food (sort of a biscotti thing, with whiskey and anise!) - well, Elayna and Adam. Shows more effort than store-bought. (The France booth actually had those Babybel Laughing Cow cheeses. Please.) And she had some good music, mostly classical, save the one sung by Bono. And the Croatian National Anthem.
Anyway. Went well. *nods*
* Introduction to Poetry, by Billy Collins.
* slipjig made a cat macro from yesterday's Picture of the Day. Hee!
* New Neal Asher book! *whimper* Not available in the US for another month...
I love my dates.
Last night = sweet potato fries, fabulous sex, and... the soundtrack of Evil Dead: the Musical. "Actually, I'm a Candarian demon moose!"
Some call the Higgs boson the Holy Grail of particle physics. As the only undetected element of the field's theoretical masterpiece—the "standard model"—the Higgs guarantees a Nobel Prize for the experimenters who find it first. Now the European Union has spent an estimated $8 billion to build the world's largest particle accelerator, the large hadron collider, to finally track it down.
So goes the reasoning, at least, of popular science writers. In the last month, The New Yorker, the New York Times, and the Boston Globe, among others, have run articles on the LHC, which will be capable of reaching energies seven times greater than any comparable device ever created. All of this coverage has focused on the Higgs.
But what if someone else has already found it?
*collapses into giggles* There is a Paris Hilton update.
PRIVILEGE: Polished party-girl sleaze. This is a shameless scent, devoid of caution, regret, or introspection. This perfume reeks of tabloid glamour, and has no substance whatsoever. Armoise, tuberose, white citrus, rose absolute, oakmoss, tiare, tuberose, vanilla, linden, and lemon tree blossom. Although this scent originated with fine plants and the pure essences, the final result is a grotesque, eerily empty caricature of a debauched, narcissistic would-be debutante.
PRUNO: Jailhouse hooch. Distilled in toilets, this vintage is comprised of chow line droppings, including oranges, apples, ketchup, and sugar.
Freakin' hilarious. And it's for charity, too: "A portion of each sale of Privilege and Pruno will be donated to Southern California women’s shelters." Thank goodness those both have no-go notes (rose and citrus), or I'd be sorely tempted...
Tombstone: A celebration of one of the first commercially produced perfumes of America's Old West. A rugged, warm blend of vanilla, balsam and sassafras layered over Virginia cedar.
In bottle: Vanilla/balsam. Yum!
On me: Mostly sassafras. Fizzy fun! Sweet vanilla. :)
Wanton: Feminine sexuality in its rawest form. Palmarosa, red sandalwood, attar of rose, patchouli.
In bottle: Pure rose.
On me: Rose, but not chemical ick. The sandalwood tempers it. If I was into florals, I would totally wear this.
Marie: A blend of sinuous violet and elegant tea rose: the chosen scent of France's Demigoddess of Debauch: Marie Antoinette.
In bottle: *wrinkles nose* Violet and rose... they clash. It's not a combo that works for me.
On me: Watery chemical floral.
Mouse's Long and Sad Tale: Vanilla, two ambers, sweet pea and white sandalwood.
In bottle: Sweet vanilla amber. :)
On me: The sweet pea lends a greenness to the sweet amber base. Interesting. Light and pretty. I like this - but I think Elayna will *love* it.