6 Dec 2012
25 Sept 2012
Seeing and believing
According to Google the human eye can differentiate over 2 million different colours. 2 MILLION. That’s a lot of colours. I’m pretty happy with that (and the contact lenses that stop my world from blurring together into mid-grey tumble dryer fluff). How many colours ARE there exactly though- and what would dulux call them all?
Also, just because I can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there, right? So how many actual colours are there in total? Is there a finite amount? How much colour creating did God do before he got bored and moved onto sound waves? And why did he choose to limit the human eye to 2 million shades of everything when bees and jumping spiders see ultraviolet and snakes and TV doofers have infra red?
And sound. I’m not the best person to comment on the technicalities of noise (I know this as I married a sound engineer). My qualifications begin and end with having 2 ears. But does anyone else feel slightly paranoid that bats and dolphins can chatter away to each other without us ever being able to hear them? That’s just rude.
Even the sounds that humans are programmed to hear are dwindling a bit - I'm deaf to the mosquito alarm outside our Spar which causes the kids to walk by it with their hands over their ears. For similar frequency-related reasons I also heard absolutely nothing from the little black plastic contraption in our ex-neighbours front garden, which the kids convinced me was a motion activated anti-cat device. Apparently it emitted a high buzzing when you walked too close to it. I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t hear it. There were never any cats in the garden though.
Thinking about sounds I can't hear makes me think of what God CAN hear. What does the song of our hearts really sound like? You know, pure worship. Lost in his presence. My only reality is you and I'll sing my heart out without thinking about the person sat next to me. That type of thing. Or for those of us who don't often manage that, even just collectively singing out to our creator while half thinking about what to have for lunch / Has baby puked down my back / Are kids singing or messing around - are our teeny human ears even capable of hearing what’s really going on? Probably not. If science can demonstrate that there are stimuli in the natural world that our 5 senses can’t process, there’s bound to be stuff beyond the fringes of the jumping spider and TV doofer that God can hear just fine. And that’s without the Angels joining in.
I need different contact lenses. And some sort of amplification. And probably a little less care about the person sitting next to me.
Also, just because I can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there, right? So how many actual colours are there in total? Is there a finite amount? How much colour creating did God do before he got bored and moved onto sound waves? And why did he choose to limit the human eye to 2 million shades of everything when bees and jumping spiders see ultraviolet and snakes and TV doofers have infra red?
And sound. I’m not the best person to comment on the technicalities of noise (I know this as I married a sound engineer). My qualifications begin and end with having 2 ears. But does anyone else feel slightly paranoid that bats and dolphins can chatter away to each other without us ever being able to hear them? That’s just rude.
Even the sounds that humans are programmed to hear are dwindling a bit - I'm deaf to the mosquito alarm outside our Spar which causes the kids to walk by it with their hands over their ears. For similar frequency-related reasons I also heard absolutely nothing from the little black plastic contraption in our ex-neighbours front garden, which the kids convinced me was a motion activated anti-cat device. Apparently it emitted a high buzzing when you walked too close to it. I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t hear it. There were never any cats in the garden though.
Thinking about sounds I can't hear makes me think of what God CAN hear. What does the song of our hearts really sound like? You know, pure worship. Lost in his presence. My only reality is you and I'll sing my heart out without thinking about the person sat next to me. That type of thing. Or for those of us who don't often manage that, even just collectively singing out to our creator while half thinking about what to have for lunch / Has baby puked down my back / Are kids singing or messing around - are our teeny human ears even capable of hearing what’s really going on? Probably not. If science can demonstrate that there are stimuli in the natural world that our 5 senses can’t process, there’s bound to be stuff beyond the fringes of the jumping spider and TV doofer that God can hear just fine. And that’s without the Angels joining in.
I need different contact lenses. And some sort of amplification. And probably a little less care about the person sitting next to me.
4 Sept 2012
Post
Potteresque moment on arriving home this afternoon. All from Welsh water rather than Hogwarts, unfortunately...
28 Aug 2012
29 Jul 2012
Testing testing
Have just washed and tumble dried a purple felt pen ... and it still works! It was a 40 degree wash then 60 mins on high if anyone wants to test their own appliances...
7 Jul 2012
Falling down
Solution to ever increasing cost of replacing school trousers = shorts. This does mean that J's knees pretty much always look like this. But skin heals for free.
11 Jun 2012
Perks of the job
We have equilibrium between blue and white Mr Bumps. All is well with the universe. Whites in common family tub, blues stashed away for my own personal consumption.
1 May 2012
Laundry
I have just spent the best part of an hour ironing in the kitchen. Ethan has kept me company for most of this time, having his supper, doing his homework and chattering on and on and on about the ipad3.
Ethan (walking past me and the big pile of laundry): 'Night then mum'
Me (peeling off a percentage of the pile and offering it to him): 'Wait- take these with you mate. And put them away in the place where they live.' (I add these 3 words as I've recently discovered a sizeable stash of his clothing, mainly unworn, on the floor behind his sofa bed).
Ethan: *SIGH*** (accompanied by rolling of the eyes)
Me: 'You realise that most of the laundry process in this house is automated, don't you? You wear the clothes, stick them in the wash and they get cleaned, dried, folded (or occasionally ironed) and all you have to do is put them away. You're onto a good thing really, yeah?'
Ethan: *SIGH*** (accompanied by rolling of the eyes)
Me: 'Oh- and the dressing of yourself. You do have to do that bit too. Are you going to need a hand with that one?'
Ethan: 'You know the ipad3 is faster than our broadband??'
Ethan (walking past me and the big pile of laundry): 'Night then mum'
Me (peeling off a percentage of the pile and offering it to him): 'Wait- take these with you mate. And put them away in the place where they live.' (I add these 3 words as I've recently discovered a sizeable stash of his clothing, mainly unworn, on the floor behind his sofa bed).
Ethan: *SIGH*** (accompanied by rolling of the eyes)
Me: 'You realise that most of the laundry process in this house is automated, don't you? You wear the clothes, stick them in the wash and they get cleaned, dried, folded (or occasionally ironed) and all you have to do is put them away. You're onto a good thing really, yeah?'
Ethan: *SIGH*** (accompanied by rolling of the eyes)
Me: 'Oh- and the dressing of yourself. You do have to do that bit too. Are you going to need a hand with that one?'
Ethan: 'You know the ipad3 is faster than our broadband??'
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