The squirrel whisperer

Students in my college courses can attest to my habit of using unusual examples to illustrate concepts during class.  One of my favorites?

Squirrels

It began innocently enough.  A student asked a question, and as I was trying to think of a good analogy, I spied a squirrel outside the classroom window.

So I went there.

And I liked where it went.  Now future classes have heard me use the squirrel in various analogies ever since.  Yes, they give me strange looks at first.  But they eventually come around…or, I like to think so.

robosquirrel

Not actual robosquirrel used (but wouldn’t it be awesome??)

Which is why I greeted the story of the ‘robosquirrel,’ a biology project at San Diego State University focused on predator/prey interaction, with much affection.

I know it has gained national attention because of its $325,000 price tag, and its funding from the National Science Foundation, and ultimately, taxpayer dollars.

I’m not here to debate all that.

I just want to say, to any of my former students who may be reading this blog…

SEE???  Squirrel stories work.

They really do.

My Old Kentucky Home

I was supposed to fly home to Kentucky tomorrow for a family reunion, but my family here in New York City — my dog — got sick.

So I’ll be celebrating the holiday at home while he recuperates.

But we’ll be thinking about everyone back in the Bluegrass State!

 

 

It’s a living

I can be chatty in airport gate areas if I’m bored — even more so if my plane is delayed by weather.

Last night at DFW I ended up commiserating with a fellow passenger as we waited for our flight.  He was from Brooklyn, and sold..

Helicopters

hermes-helicopter2He had gone to Dallas to deliver one to a corporate client and was headed home.

I found his job to be very entertaining.  I don’t know exactly why.

I’m sure selling helicopters is not that different from selling cars or trucks or farm machinery.  But it is just such a niche….and absolutely the last thing I expected him to say in the long list of possible occupations.

And I kept thinking, “Man, where was this guy when I was doing improv comedy back in Kansas City?

‘Helicopter salesman’ would have been such a great suggestion.

More time to goof off

Do you spend a lot of time on Facebook? Twitter? Google?

Wanna spend less?

Personally, I enjoy my hours online…but I wouldn’t mind being more efficient about it.  If you feel the same, check out this amazing infographic from quintly.com.  It’s loaded with keyboard shortcuts — who knew?? — that will help satisfy your social media habit a whole lot faster.

Note: The Egg cannot boast such fanciness. But I’m working on it.

quintly_infographic_social_media_shortcuts

This tickled me

My spectator-only relationship with tattoos continues as I watch more and more episodes of Best Ink on Oxygen.

Hey — some people watch morning talk shows; I watch Entertainment OnDemand.

Maybe that’s why I have started noticing tattoos on people in the street… and on television… and in random Google searches.

Get a load of this girl.

toe tat

 

 

 

 

 

 

I may have commitment issues with tats, but I think hers will stand the test of time.

She chose right.

I’m sorry — did you say something?

Call me crazy…

but I didn’t enjoy Macbeth.

alan cumming macbethIt’s not because Alan Cumming didn’t commit 100 percent.  He did everything but open a vein (and there was so much fake blood at one point, he may have).

I just couldn’t understand him.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but when the text is Shakespeare to begin with — which means I already have to concentrate really hard instead of simply let the words wash over me like God intended — it is a challenge to follow the aforementioned text when it is being delivered in a thick, emotionally-charged Scottish brogue.

If I knew the play backwards and forwards like many people in the audience did, it would be less of an issue.  But I don’t.  So it was.

Add a very, very warm, packed theatre, and you’ve got all the ingredients for a semi-miserable evening.

It wasn’t you, Alan. It was me.

(Well, and your accent.)