Thursday, May 27, 2010

Not just roses are red

Did you know that only 4 percent of people on earth are redheads? And in the U.S., only 2 percent of the population are redheads? That makes me special. (Well, special-er. We already knew I was special. In a good way.)

Other redhead facts and lore I found interesting:

The color green tempers red. Look at a color chart. This is why redheads are taught as children to wear lots of green. As if red hair is a shameful state of being.
I don't know about shameful. But I do wear a lot of green...

A 2002 study found that redheads are harder to sedate than any other people requiring 20 percent more anesthesia. Inadequate doses cause people to wake up during surgery and have increased recall of procedures.
This has, in fact, seemed to be the case for me.

The perception of the color red, scientifically speaking, enhances the viewer's metabolism and increases heart rate and respiration.
*evil grin*

In the late 16th century, the fat of a redheaded man was an essential ingredient for poison.
Um, eww.

Bees are thought to sting redheads more than others.
So my fears are justified!

In Greek mythology, redheads turn into vampires when they die.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Frugal fonts

My husband drew my attention to an article recently about how the font you use can save you money when printing. It makes sense — sans serif, less dense font, less ink, ink lasts longer, printer lasts longer, BINGO! Save money. But anyway, they determined the font that would save you the most dough is Century Gothic, estimating a $20 savings a year (compared to Arial) for the average person.

Find the article here.

Man, I hope Comic Sans costs a million bajillion dollars...

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Getting intimate

I know I've abandoned the blog. Sorry. Not gonna promise I won't do it again, cause I'm just not feeling particularly inspired these days.

But I wanted to write about something cool we did last night. One of Scott's favorite musicians, David Bazan, has this neat thing where instead of playing in venues to a couple hundred people (well, he does that too), he asks for people to open up their homes to about 40 people and he will come play. Just him and a guitar. (And the world's smallest amp.)

So that's what we did last night. We made our way out to Greenpoint, Brooklyn, where the space seemed to be an old warehouse loft. I don't really think anybody is living there at this point, I think it's just a gathering space owned by someone with a big open expanse of flooring. But anyway, Scott and I wound up sitting on the floor (we didn't want to invest in pillows to sit on, so we took some doubled-up towels and that worked out fine) about 20 feet from David Bazan.

Now, Bazan is one of the few of Scott's favorite musicians that I don't hate and maybe even like a little. So I agreed to go, because I thought the format of this show would be really cool. And I was right. It was really intimate, very laid-back. He took questions and played requests. It was almost more like a bunch of friends getting together. And the guitar and his voice really blended well in that space.

It was a really cool experience, and I have to say I'm a bigger fan now than a I was before the show. I think all musicians should do this format once in a while. Out of the concert halls and back in touch with reality — and the fans.