More with the breathtaking.

Another bit for the "More things in heaven and earth" file: lenticular clouds.
Jawdropping.
Ooh, and here's a cute animation explaining how lenticular clouds happen.
(Which leads to the question "South Georgia Island?", but that's for another inclement lunch hour.)

Breathtaking

You know that whole "fly to Europe and take a break in Iceland" concept I'm so fond of?
Here's a good incentive.

Things to Do

Do too.
(In response to Ehren's comment just now that "we don't have a science museum in DC.") This sure sounds like a science museum to me.

Sweet (like a wren, not like "Dude, Sweet!")

I was poking around on Panoramio in my very limited lunchtime today. Making my way up the Welsh coast. Disappointed to find no pictures of Llangrannog, where Michelle and I recovered from our character-building Pembrokeshire Coast Path adventure. So I went looking, and found the very sweet Llangrannog website. Don't you just want to pinch its cheek? I do.

That's a little more than I wanted.

So, you know how the packaging on the (admittedly very delicious) Saphara Tea makes me crazy with the wastefulness? I was just going to give them a piece of my mind when I discovered this:
They have music for each kind of tea.
Music.
Downloadable music.
From the "Saphara World Music Player."
In case you need a more multi-media tea experience.


It's gone too far.

Oh, and apparently "Saphara offers an exclusive combination of premium teas and social responsibility. The packaging is composed of 100 percent recycled paperboard, which includes 35 percent post-consumer material. All printing is done with 100 percent vegetable-based inks for full biodegradability, and the pyramid bags, strings, tags, overwrap and carton are all made from biodegradable materials to minimize impact on the environment."

The fact that "some trash" has higher environmental impact than "no trash" does not seem to have sunk in. I'm going to do that piece-of-mind thing now.

A retraction, and a recommendation.

Retraction: I'd like to take back the mean thing I said about tilapia the other day. Not the "bamboo of fish" part; the "I'd rather eat tofu" part. On Monday I made a dredge out of ground flax seeds and coriander (seed) and orange peel, and dipped the fish in egg white and then in the dredge, and baked it, and put it in the fridge. Yesterday I heated/crisped it up in a frying pan and ate it over a spinach and grapefruit salad, and it was very very delicious. Also, a tilapia filet is a very nice convenient 4-oz portion.

Recommendation: Need any really cool animals made out of junk?

I'd just like to point out...

...that Ehren has not posted to this blog since May.
I'm just sayin'.

It's not like a rollercoaster.

Just got back from Cloverfield at the Uptown. I'm almost not-queasy enough (an hour after the movie ended) to think about maybe being able to drink a glass of water.
While it's true that I can ride rollercoasters all day and not feel sick, the experience was a bit more like trying to read in the car (as a passenger, I mean.) Only the car and everything around it is being blown up/shot at/consumed by an earthquake, and every once in a while you get a glimpse of a pretty cool monster.
I had my eyes closed for most of the movie, but weirdly don't feel that I wasted my $10 on the ticket. The soundtrack gives good clues of when there's monster action, and overall it was an entertaining experience. I just can't truthfully say that I've seen it. I saw maybe twelve minutes of it. My neck kinda hurts now, from the tension.

Things I Discovered at Lunchtime

1. There's a pizza-by-the-slice place at 17th and G (it's called Ecco Cafe).
2. McReynold's Liquor on G Street between 17th and 18th has a "10% off all single malts" sale every Thursday.
3. Brewood Engravers has moved to 17th and Pennsylvania. (They used to be at 17th & I, and I lamented their disappearance.)
4. The "nondescript government building name" Ehren was talking about earlier today is the Office of Thrift Supervision.

And I saw a woman riding a unicycle. (She wasn't performing. She was going somewhere.)