Venerable Cardinal Newman…
Pray for my daughter’s teeth.
the smedley log - suburban scrawl
Putting it together
This is the only reliable way I ever found to solve the Rubik’s Cube on my own.
Will Smith, on the other hand, seems to be an old pro at it. Anyone who saw The Pursuit of Happyness might remember that solving a Rubik’s Cube was instrumental to Smith’s character securing a job interview. But figuring out why it spurred such a sense of deja vu in me took some time (and a bit of help from the late night TV gods).
Just the other day, I was watching an old episode of Fresh Prince of Bel Air in which Will solves a Rubik’s Cube for a Princeton recruiter. His mastery of the cube resulted in an college admissions offer.
Which probably explains the vague sense of recognition spinning through my head while I watched the movie a few months ago. Now I’m wondering if that was part of the original story, or if it was added as something of an inside joke. Or maybe the similarity between the two scenes, odd as it may seem, had something to do with Smith taking the role.
Just something pointless to ponder on a wet Wednesday morning.
Twittering the day away
I’ve been on Twitter, and I just found out I have three followers – does that make me some kind of minor prophet?
At first I thought I might use Twitter to post haiku. Given the space constraints (160 characters or less per post), it seemed a perfect idea. Then I realized there’s no way to impose my own line breaks. Good, bad or indifferent, I have to blame Frank for the bad influence, and Scott for making me wish I was a true twitterholic.
Middle of the night gas station sightings
At first I thought it was one of those VW Beetles with fake skin. When I got closer, I realized it wasn’t, but I don’t know what make of car it actually is.
Because I’m sure I’m not the only person to suffer from this compulsion…
Have you ever discovered a new blog you really like, and then found yourself rifling through their archives to find out what they posted on your birthday?
