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todayiamadaisy) wrote2011-07-07 01:59 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2011-07-07 01:59 pm
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Super space spies
Yesterday was wintry, and the sky darkened early. Looking out the window at work, we could see the wall of the TAFE college across the road, flat and grey with eight windows lit from within. That part of TAFE is evidently the kitchen where the apprentice chefs learn their trade, because we could see them in their whites at their benches, like a series of tableaux. It was a painterly effect.
Speaking of painterly, here is a thing: Silk. As it says, go ahead, give it a whirl. (Hold shift and move the mouse to change direction, press S to stop it moving and X to start a new one.) I wrote my name.
Mirages came up in conversation today, reminding me that, for quite a long time, I was confused about what a mirage was. I thought that people lost in the desert might see palm trees and tents and a lake, maybe a few saddled camels. I think I was confusing 'mirage' with 'oasis'. It was quite a shock when I found out that wasn't a mirage at all and that mirages were just the imaginary puddles I saw just about every day on the road. Life is very disappointing sometimes.
Speaking of painterly, here is a thing: Silk. As it says, go ahead, give it a whirl. (Hold shift and move the mouse to change direction, press S to stop it moving and X to start a new one.) I wrote my name.
Mirages came up in conversation today, reminding me that, for quite a long time, I was confused about what a mirage was. I thought that people lost in the desert might see palm trees and tents and a lake, maybe a few saddled camels. I think I was confusing 'mirage' with 'oasis'. It was quite a shock when I found out that wasn't a mirage at all and that mirages were just the imaginary puddles I saw just about every day on the road. Life is very disappointing sometimes.