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I wish there was…

April 6, 2009 Leave a comment

some way to sync up all my tags across applications – my blog posts, feedreader, del.ici.ous, Gmail labels, maybe even Outlook, etc.

It’s driving me crazy, this trying to remember what tags and tag bundles I’ve created where and used how often. Don’t blame me for unintelligible tags at times.

Categories: diary, housekeeping, web

More stupid human tricks

October 29, 2008 Leave a comment

Inspired by Waveflux‘s post (I also commented right there), this happened my first day in the new role and the day of my Sydney trip:

My car key is a square/cube shaped thing, with no edges whatsoever ( and I’d dropped it onto the floor of the car. I can still drive the car as long as the key is in the front half of the car, somewhere around the front seats (it has a sensor). Through the course of a busy morning, I kept telling myself I’d look for the key on the floor and pick it up, but never did. In the evening, I saw that the key had gone and lodged itself in a square-shaped hole on the floor under the driver’s seat. The hole, bizarrely enough, was *JUST* large enough for the key to fit, and no more. I said to myself, okay, if I can’t pull the key out of the hole, maybe I can push it through the hole and pull it out the other end. So I pushed it a couple inches more before I realized it wasn’t just A hole, the hole was the AC vent!!! And I, being the car expert I am, had NO IDEA how to open a vent!! It didn’t look like it had any screws or anything.

So I tried to pull the key out, but I could barely touch it as it was so far gone. I couldn’t pull it out with a flat blade, or with my fingernails, because it was pretty tightly lodged in. I tried to take the carpet out from under the pipe that had the hole, so that it would create a downward slope for the key to fall out the hole. No, that wouldn’t help either. I couldn’t go to a garage, because I had to reach the airport for a flight in 20 minutes. I couldn’t just drive to the airport, catch my flight, and bother about the key later, because what if it got in deeper into the air conditioning system and then the car stalled?

Through a stroke of brilliance – as big as the one that got my key lost in the first place – I started the car – and Viola, it did work. Good sensors. I drove VERY, VERY slowly and carefully to another area of the parking lot that had an upward slope and parked the car on the steepest part I found. I then went to the back seat, and with a tiny screwdriver, *rotated* the key on a vertical axis, until the metal ring (see the image above) around the key faced me instead of inside the hole. And still, I couldn’t pull the key out. because I didn’t have enough space to angle the screwdriver enough. So I pulled a big part of the carpet from under the pipe, and then in a self-described-magician’s-tablecloth-trick-type move, pulled at the ring of the key with the screwdriver at the same time that I pulled out the final piece of the carpet from under the pipe.

Ah. It came out.
🙂 I still have bruises on my knuckles where the skin was scraped right off for my efforts. But I made my flight!

And to all those who say women aren’t handy with tools, PPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT to you.

Household Laws

November 15, 2007 Leave a comment

Now that I’ve ‘handled’ the running of a home for so long, I feel qualified enough to call myself an expert. And bringing my own very special theoretical, frame-work driven approach to any work, I think I’m now ready to present to the world the following (yet unproven) theorems (yes, I know others may well have discovered any or all of them, but hey, this is my blog, and I’m far from profiting by these, so there!):

  • The Law of Concurrent Failures:
    Every instance of equipment failure in the household will compel other finite, non-zero instances of equipment failure in the same week. This Law extends to electronic equipment, electrical equipment, transportation equipment, etc., and is especially true for fully-or-partially substitutable equipment.
  • Vacationers’ rule:
    At the start of any trip outside the home, at least one unit of the household will feel very strongly about having forgotten something or forgotten to do something important.
    – The competence of the unit in question managing to convince everyone to turn back is inversely proportional to the strength of his/her feeling that something is amiss.
    – The actual probability of something being amiss is inversely proportional to the probability of the household going back into the home to check for the omission.
    – The impact of the omission on household finances, household safety and household peace is inversely proportional to probability of the household fixing the omission.

…more to come.

Categories: general, housekeeping


November 16, 2006 Leave a comment

This is a complete volte-face, but I love the Container Store. I could spend hours there – and I do, online, fantasizing about the various ‘things to help you organize’ as other women do of other things. Barely five months ago I was stridently criticizing P for his obsession with cleanliness & visual order. And spewing disdain for his mom for her eternal obsession with ‘maintenance activites’ like clearing, cleaning, classifying (as opposed to growth activities like creative conversation).

Why am I doing this now? Is this just ape-like learned behaviour from my last two months’ company? Is this merely the lack of any other outlet for creative tension? Will I change with occupation and revert? Or is this part of my regular two-year personality transformation – am I growing into a more orderly, mature person who doesn’t assume that clean = boring? Will I -gasp – look down on the untidy as I do now on the compulsively dark as juvenile? Will I learn to simplify my sentence structure so that I make sense in one reading?

Categories: diary, general, growth, housekeeping