Category Archives: Musings

Happy Pi Day

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

No really, I couldn’t have.

Source: vizcab.com via Michael on Pinterest

TO BRUSH UP ON THE FIRST MILLION DIGITS OF PI, PLEASE VISIT:

You might want to go grab an appropriate snack while it loads.

Bees, The Talk of the Day

I’m using every ounce of fingertip energy to avoid bee-related puns in this post. Brownie-point me.

Photo courtesy autan via flickr

Conversations about bees have exploded on the web today. What’s up with the synchronicity?

This morning, my sister even randomly emailed me the beautiful trailer for Taggart Siegel’s 2010 documentary “Queen of the Sun: What Are the Bees Telling Us?”

Discovery News reported today…

…findings from a study that showed bees to have personality akin to extreme-sports-minded humanoids. They take risks. They seek adventure. They dance, for crying out loud (although that does have a more practical function). Check out the article by Emily Sohn to learn more about the biological view of risk-taking behavior.

Oh! And if you think you’re some bee expert, take a gander at Discovery News’s interactive quiz about bees.

When I was 8-years-old, I opened up the tailgate door of my dad’s pickup truck to accomodate my sister’s birthday party tables and chairs. I was a helpful twerp. The truck bed was covered with one of those blue protective blankets. I lifted it to shake some dust off, and suddenly, my wrist was enveloped in molten, searing pain. I was convinced the tailgate door had clipped off my arteries and I was gonna bleed out any moment (perhaps I was a morbid twerp). Turns out, an angry bee had been stuck under the blanket for who-knows how long and came zooming out, straight toward at the tender flesh of my pre-pubescent wrist. When my dad came over to remove the now-dead bee from my swollen arm, I felt kind of bad for it. Now, almost two decades later, I feel slightly guilty for contributing in minutia to the decline in the global bee population.

What? The bees are disappearing? Yeah, you need to hear about this.

Gretchen LeBuhn, associate professor of biology at my alma mater, San Francisco State University, launched The Great Sunflower Project a few years back. It culls the help from ordinary people around the globe to help track bee populations. People can request seeds and plants to put in their yards. Then, they take 15 minutes out of their day to count the bees that visit and report back to the Backyard Bee Count. Collaboration makes the world go round. And so do bees, apparently.

Image courtesy YourGardenShow.com

Watch Grethcn LeBuhn’s eloquent explanation of on YouTube.
She makes me smile.

Another bee finding to hit the web today was Katherine Harmon‘s article about the concept that bees have as individualistic personality differences as our own. If you’re a cat owner, this non-human similarity may not strike you as particularly exceptional, but it’s good science, published today in Science.

For the final installation of today’s bee roundup (seriously, it’s so hard to avoid bee puns), USC Impact broadcasted a story about urban beekeeping, a segment of Episode 45 which won 1st place at the Emmys Foundation 2010 College Television Awards.

Check it out:

Oh! One more thing.

Did you know there’s a jammin’ Twitter account devoted soley to bees in art?

Guess what it’s called.

@BeesInArt

@BeesInArtAND, they’ve curated a list of 192 Twitter uses who are super-interested in bees. @VanishingBees is another game-changer in the save-the-bees endeavor. Sweet.

Damn, I couldn’t make it through. Is it any excuse that I legitimately am craving honey?

An Aggregator of Aggregators

I started this website with the intent of giving home to curious, eclectic and brainy content, most of which I produce myself. But then it dawned on me — that’s pretty self-indulgent. Why not make this a portal for others’ content, too? Aggregation, duh. All the cool kids are doing it. There’s so much stuff out there that I wish I would have thought of first. I should share it.

Square Syndrome has been dormant since April 2011, when I gave a bittersweet goodbye to my beloved podcast HTMLA. It was a really fun project, but as we knew would happen, other priorities got in the way (grad school, getting engaged, landing a job after graduation…).

I have one more semester of the comforting shelter of grad school. It’s filled with lots of fun stuff like being the supervising producer of a TV show, taking a terrifying acting class, taking another class at Hulu headquarters, making some short documentaries, planning my wedding, dyeing my hair purple and learning the accordion.

From here on out, I will allow Square Syndrome to become more than it has been. Bundles of fun, squarish content on the way!

Charmingly Mispronounced Words

One by one, this list has amassed in an iPhone note, waiting to see the light of LCD screen.

And here they are:

Ekspecially

Libary

Assoshiation

Expresso

Ankcient

Fustrated

What Did Socrates Look Like?

These googly-eyed buggers wanna know.

Look, Socrates! By Lisa Rau

Some say he looked like a satyr:

Michelangelo, Satyr's Head

Satyr's Head by Michelangelo

But that may be just a sneaky way of saying he was funnier than he was ugly.

He probably looked more like this:

Hobo Viking by Creaturism via behance.net

I think the father of irony would appreciate the presumption.

And the baseball cap.

The Glory of Love

The answer to life is 42. We know this.

But the instructions to life are a bit more direct.

Billy Hill wrote these opening lines to The Glory of Love in the 1930s, and they’ll always ring true:

Especially on ukulele.

Because really, how would we know joy without some good old-fashioned woe?

2010 Reflections

A giant rainbow cupcake made of Jell-O, a free trip to Berlin, a full scholarship + salary to attend graduate school, a cameo on the local news. It’s been a damn good year, and I’m damn thankful.

Word Nicknames: Because How Else Can You Show You’re Hip?

Sometimes, the bald-faced joy people glean from the opportunity to proclaim one of these slashed, trendy nouns scares me. Just a little.

Sandwich – Sammich

Pregnant – Preggers, Pregg-o

BMW – Beemer

People – Peeps

Ridiculous – Redic

Legitimate – Legit

Baby’s dad – Baby Daddy

Male friendship – Bromance

These are repeated and popularized with such gusto that I often suspect an incarnation of Psych! will return.

Psych.

Your submissions for word nicknames that make the speaker beam with an air of self-imposed coolness are welcome.