89°F *Feels Like 94°F

89° F *Feels Like 94° F ???

Ummm when I checked this morning it forecast 81°

There is a big difference between that & this. Anything up to 86° and I’m good…

but those three degrees make all the difference in the world…

RIP: Barbara Salinas-Norman

Mummified Body of Author Found in Home Over a Year After Her Death


The mummified remains of a Chicana author, activist, and teacher were found inside her Santa Fe, New Mexico home last week. Authorities and family members believe the body of Barbara Salinas-Norman may have been inside the home for over a year.

Source: Mummified Body of Author Found in Home Over a Year After Her Death

Well that was unexpected:

OKAY:  was loving the gentle sound of the thunder rolling in —until it struck in my backyard. No, literally — the flash lit up my entire room.


Mother Nature, Happy Mother’s Day!

Dear Google Reader,

Know you are going to be put down shortly. But I’m going to spare you & stab you directly in the face. Strangely it isn’t your fault, but trying to post to G+ that keeps creating the problem. Guess Google doesn’t realize how badly their tools play together.

I’ll stab them later in the (gl)Ass!

Plants communicate through ‘nanomechanical vibrations’

It’s long been known that planting basil near other species can tend to encourage its neighbor’s growth, and it’s not new that plants communicate with each other through shade, chemical smells, root structures and other forms of touch.

veggies are murder (comp)

vegetables are murder!

What scientists at the University of Western Australia were looking at specifically is if there’s any other ways that plants communicate, and what they found is astonishing. By planting chili pepper next to basil, then separating them from all known methods of plant interaction, the chili plant still grew as if it knew the basil was there.

Source: Scientists: Plants communicate with one another through ‘nanomechanical vibrations’


“Do you know what the realm is? It’s a thousand blades of Aegon’s enemies, a story we agree to tell each other over and over again until we forget that it’s a lie,” a fairy tale on a massive scale. But he believes that the destruction of that lie provides opportunities for the kinds of people who aren’t normally set up for happy endings, the lords of no consequences, the eunuchs from across the narrow sea. “Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. Some are given a chance to climb but they refuse. They cling to the realm. Or the Gods. Or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.”