July 3rd, 2008

krazy koati

Now we got ears, it's time for cheers

Incidentally, we're out of hot dogs. In fact, we ran out last weekend. I know that our rate of consumption was aided by my father's decision to have nothing but hot dogs for a week solid, but I still stand by the logic of my original purchase. With their rapid consumption I think I'm going to be free of hearing any more about them. I also hope that the smell of a hot dog being cooked in the toaster oven has now become familiar enough to my father that when I start cooking one he won't rapidly come over to ask me what's on fire.

My father does need to verify that something is on fire whenever the toaster oven is used. He explains this as coming from his long time spent working at a chemical factory, where any vaguely flame-related scent was to be picked out and doused very rapidly because he had a strong preference to not burn. And by itself this is a good trait, since there's very limited cases where an unattended flame is a good thing. The context in which it becomes annoying is that when I use the toaster oven, he suspects something is up, and therefore its use in making food items slightly warmer is frequently accompanied by assuring my father that it is in fact a bagel and not the house burning down.

The side issue to all this is that the toaster oven, being what it is, does catch on fire now and then. Some of this is because we aren't always careful like we should be about spritzing cooking oil onto the bagel before toasting -- the cooking oil makes the surface brown much more smoothly, but if it drips that is something which can ignite -- or from hot dogs left on the rack to cook -- if you put a piece of aluminum foil under them the hot dogs don't cook in a feat which is remarkably impossible, thermodynamically -- and while you can clean out the debris tray it's easier to just let the really very modest fires burn off. Still, the point is, the hot dogs are all eaten.

Trivia: Henry Oldenburg was the founding editor of Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society, launched 3 July 1665, and he supervised it to issue 136 in June 1677. Source: The Calculus Wars: Newton, Leibniz, and the Greatest Mathematical Clash of All Time, Jason Socrates Bardi.

Currently Reading: The Final Circle of Paradise, Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. I wonder if stories which have characters bemoaning how The Masses Won't Know What To Do With Themselves Once They're Freed From Labor would be different these days now that the Internet has proved the masses would like to write fan fiction, blogs, and create goofy videos for YouTube. On the other hand, you'd think the discovery that there were economic and social benefits to the working class having eight hours for what we will might have been a hint.