Archive | September, 2012

Words of wisdom

28 Sep

That pretty much says it all.

(Found via Design for Mankind)


Betcha never thought about this…

18 Sep

My cousin, Michael, took this picture of the moon. I wonder what she smells like?


Whoa guys, whoa. Two posts in one day? Hold onto your socks.

I found this little quip via the blog Marvelous Kiddo (who found it on Science in a Can):

What does space smell like?

It’s strange to think that the near-vacuum of space could have a smell, and stranger still that humans—atmospheric creatures—can actually experience it. Astronauts have consistently reported the same strange odour after lengthy space walks, bringing it back in on their suits, helmets, gloves and tools. It’s bitter, smoky, metallic smell—like seared steak, hot metal and arc welding smoke all rolled into one. NASA have asked a chemist, Steve Pearce, to reproduce the smell to use during acclimatization training, mapping out the likely chemistry using natural materials to mimic the odor for accuracy. It’s believed that the smell is caused by high-energy vibrations in particles that mix with the air when brought inside. In the future, we might even recreate the smell of the moon, Mars, Mercury or any place in the universe, provided we have the right chemical information. In fact, we can even recreate the smell of the heart of the galaxy—astronomers searching for animo acids in Sagittarius B2, a vast dust cloud in the middle of the Milky Way, have reported that due to a substance called ethyl formate, it smells and tastes of raspberries and rum—much more pleasant than seared steak and metal.

The universe just got a little more interesting.

Bad blogger me

18 Sep

First, apologies to anyone who depends on this blog for mental/emotional/entertaining/”what’s-going-on-with-Julie?” sustenance. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I am a very, very, very, very, very bad blogger-person. And I have no plans for being better (although I do have hopes…).

Ah, the guilt, the guilt.

To make it up to all of my loyal followers (I imagine you determinedly sitting at your computers day and night, refusing food or drink, willing your RSS feed to update with my latest bit of internets genius), I am going to share a secret with you.  A tip, really, that only an inside circle of costumers, dancers, and actors know. Are you intrigued? (I’m trying to make it sound cooler than it is so do me a favor and imagine a secret-y group of black-cloaked figures making silent gestures to each other. In the fog. Or a cave. Or a foggy cave. If you can make your heart pound with anticipation, that will be even better.)

The big secret?  – By the way, I’m about to get all Heloise* on you so I hope you didn’t get too excited – Vodka. Specifically, using vodka to remove smells.

Before you shout, “WHAT THE WHAT? What kind of stupid secret is that?” just remember that I am a very, very, very, very, very bad blogger. If I were an excellent blogger, this would be an excellent secret. So quit complaining and hear me out.

Ok. For those of you who might not know, I am an actor/actress (whatever you want to call it) and, as such, have worn many a crazy costume in my day. And because most theatre companies do not have gobs and gobs of money, the time between dry cleanings (if the garments can even BE dry cleaned) can be few and far between. Did I mention that stage lighting is very hot? This makes for an unpleasant friendship. I learned years ago from a delightful costumer that a little bit of vodka in a spray bottle will totally and completely remove the unpleasant smell from the garment without leaving a boozy after smell. (Um, to totally connect the dots for those of you who are exhausted from months of staring at your un-updated RSS feeds, you have to spray the vodka onto the offending area of the fabric. It won’t work if you just leave it in the bottle. Ok. We’re all pretty.)

AAAAAAAND, this little tip also works wonders for otherwise hard to clean things like old wallpaper or books or fabric-lined musty trunks. (Yes, I actually did use this technique on a fabric-lined musty trunk after numerous other methods failed. Because I’m fancy, I put a few drops of lavender oil in with my vodka so it came out smelling extra good.)

There. Now I feel better. And maybe, just maybe, you all smell better, too.


*Heloise is another Martha Stewart type figure but her hair is more fun, like fluffy cotton candy. Here’s a picture of the glamour puss: