From the monthly archives: August 2006
Apparently Pluto is no longer a planet. How bout that!?
You have heard of Brain Freezehavn’t you? Ice cream evoked headaches? No?
You eat Ice cream, right
And you eat it fast
At first it’s a okay
Then your brain starts telling you the Ice cream is cold, naturally
Your body reacts to it with a headache
And there you have it – Brain freeze.
It happened to me today. Went out for lunch with a dear friend and afterwards we stopped in Kungsan for some Ice cream. The Ice cream is cold, naturally, and the cold settles between my eyes just at the base of my nose. And it’s cold; I mean freakin’ cold…that ever happened to you?
Well anyway I just had to Google it and apparently Brain freeze (an expression I have only heard in the states) is a syndrome.
“Frozen Brain Syndrome is a term used to describe a form of cranial pain or headache which people are known to sometimes experience after consuming cold beverages or foods such as ice cream, often as a result of rapid consumption.”
So here’s the short explanation:
When something very cold is consumed it comes into contact with the roof of the mouth. Nerves are activated in that region, causing the blood vessels in the brain to dilate. A common effect is an acute headache (apparently a similar effect occurs when one takes Nitroglycerin or Viagra. I wouldn’t know). The stabbing or aching pain, that usually goes away after 10–20 seconds, is usually located in the midfrontal area, but can be unilateral in the temporal, frontal, or retro-orbital region and can persist for up to 5 minutes in rare cases.
Okay so now I know, I’m satisfied.
Brain freeze on Wikipedia.org
A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Ashley said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a lot of egg laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess and the moral of the story is, ‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket’!”
“Very good,” said the teacher.
Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is “Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched’.
“That was a fine story Sarah. Michael, do you have a story to share?”
“Yes. My daddy told me this story about my aunt Lori. Aunt Lori wasa flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it couldn’t break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.”
“Good heavens” said the horrified teacher, “What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”
“Stay the hell away from aunt Lori when she’s been drinking.”
(Thanx Jay)
Beep…Beep…05.55 and the alarm set off.
I have this tune from Sällskapsresan as an alarm signal, you know the one “Ja man var ju nykter i morse men nu börjar det ordna upp sig”. Some way to start your mornings, huh? =) Anyhow, we snuggled for a while then jumped out of bed and into the “Spilverpilen” (Volvo 245 from -88) and went to Eriksdalsbadet to swim, or as Antz says, to breath. For that is what I do, still haven’t quite figured out the best way to block my nose from filling up with water and to exhale under water so that I’m ready to inhale above water. But it’s coming to me little by little.
Today I concentrated on a stroke that I know instead of crawl so I swam breast strokes and practices my underwater exhaling. And I’ll be dammed if it didn’t work! I’m going to master this I’m sure, soon I’ll be crawling (and breathing) 50 meters like a walk in the park. I mean how hard can it be, I breath all the time, don’t I?!
A discussion about fear at Shortcut.nu made me think.
We’re all afraid of something, right? And I’m not thinking of fear of snakes, bees or dogs, fear of heights or of flying. I mean fears in the everyday life. For instance so many people fear going out to dinner by themselves (“A table for one, please”), or fear going to the movies all by their lonesome. Or fear of standing up in front of a group and give a seminar or such. The fear is so gripping and so hard to fight that these people avoid eyeballing their fears.
But what would happen if you, say under a week, do all those things you fear doing? Hell won’t freeze over, the dogs won’t stop barking, and the four horsemen won’t come galloping in on their black steeds. The only effect this fear-embracing week will bring is that you have dared more, that you have lived a little bit more.
Me, I’m going to defy my fear of deep waters this and next year by taken a divers certificate with a referral which mean that I will finish the certification in Thailand or some other place in Asia. That’s my own little self, daring a little bit more, living a little bit more, refusing to let my fears become an Albatross around my neck.
Charlotte: Did you know I read that if you don’t have sex for a year, you can actually become re-virginized
Carrie: And, I would imagine, quite frisky.
When I came home yesterday after work I didn’t feel one bit for jogging. Joachim (full of character) gave me the evil eye and ordered me to go and change into my tracksuit. Feeling reluctant I finished a short round on 2.9 kilometers. Afterwards it felt great as always and I thanked him for pushing me. We’re a good team, him and me in many ways.
Speaking of team, Hammarby can’t be proud of their supporter organisation since they made the team look bad on Söderstadion last night. Guess there will be some severe punishments awaiting the Hammarby team. I just hope that they take it out on the supporters hwo instigated this royal f**k-up.
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