We need a Quick Takes hashtag! Yes! It only took me 176 weeks to come to this conclusion! (Have I mentioned that I’m giving a keynote at an upcoming new media conference? Look forward to my riveting presentation, How to Create a Hashtag in Three Years or Less.) Anyway, without further ado, I present to you the official 7 Quick Takes Friday hashtag. TAH-DAH!:
I don’t think I can take credit for this. Katie, Beth Anne, Dwija, Marie Bernadette and other savvy ladies have been all over this for a long time, and I feel certain that one of them originated this particular acronym/pound-sign combination. Nevertheless, feel free to use it! I’ll be checking in on it so that I can more easily reply and retweet Quick Takes chatter.
Or maybe I won’t. Maybe, instead of using #7QT to better interact with all of you through social media, I’ll hide behind my computer screen and watch everyone else have fun, while contributing nothing myself. Actually, I think that might be for the best. “But that’s no fun!” you say. “You should be more interactive on social media! What could go wrong?” you demand to know. Behold:
I recently stumbled across a fabulous Instagram user with the account name PartyOften. She has a beautiful family blog called Together for a Reason and, similarly, often posts gorgeous pictures on Instagram of precious moments of household life. I always noticed, however, that nobody seemed to respond to the clarion call implicit in her username. PartyOften might post a picture of a vase of flowers, for example, and I’d feel like I should comment with something like, “COULD BE A USED AS MARTINI PITCHER TOO, LOL! ROCK ON!!!!!” or somesuch response indicating that I, for one, appreciated the rabble-rousing sentiment in her username.
I came chillingly close to leaving a string of comments along those lines, but that vague sense of doom I always have when I sit in front of a social media screen prevailed, and instead kept my mouth shut and just “liked” a few photos. And later I realized that she has eight children, and her username, which I misread since Instagram does everything in lowercase, is PartyOfTen. Not PartyOften.
Have you seen all the great comments to my post about the Psalms? If you missed it, I was talking once again about my difficulty understanding these poetic scriptures, and I got a bunch of fantastic advice in response. Even if you already have a love for the Psalms, there’s bound to be something in there that helps you deepen your appreciation of them.
Want to watch something fascinating? Check out this Science Channel documentary called From Freezer to Furnace, about the hottest and the coldest cities on earth. We watched it the other night, and the first part about that crazy-cold city in Russia had us on the edge of our seats. I once lived in Bismark, ND, so I’m not totally unfamiliar with cold weather, but this was just nuts: They have to leave their cars on all the time during the winter, they buy their milk in frozen blocks, and the school classrooms have an air temperature in the low 50s. Then, when we got to the part about the hottest city in the world, it was kind of anticlimactic. My son finally vocalized what the rest of us had been thinking when he asked, “How is that different from where we live?”
Anyway, it started an interesting family discussion in which we pondered the question: Would you rather live in the hottest city in the world, or the coldest? What would your preference be?
My husband, son and dad all came down on the side of “hottest city.” No question. Nothing could compel them to live in a place so cold that you buy your milk in frozen chunks. I wasn’t so sure. I only barely survived our epic “life on the surface of Mercury” summer last year, and don’t think I could take even one more degree of heat. On the other hand, I just about have a panic attack on the one day of the year around here that I have to get socks and coats and mittens for every. single. one. of the kids before we step outside. From this we learned that I can’t deal with extreme temperatures. “Too bad you don’t live somewhere like San Diego,” my husband commented — a perfectly natural response to such a revelation. But nay, I wouldn’t like that climate either, because I don’t like monotonous weather. So, in the end, what this exercise revealed about me is that I am a weather whiner who should probably just never go outdoors. Which sounds about right.
A local friend pulled the “You think you have it bad with scorpions, but I have something worse!” card the other day. I rolled my eyes with great skepticism. Short of telling me that he recently discovered that his house is a breeding ground for a newly discovered species of snake that’s a Rattlesnake/King Cobra hybrid known for its size and aggression, I was certain that I wouldn’t be impressed. But then he said he’s seen a few Tarantula Hawks around the yard, and I paused in humility. From Wikipedia:
The sting…is among the most painful of any insect, though the intense pain only lasts for about 3 minutes. Commenting on his own experience, one researcher described the pain as “…immediate, excruciating pain that simply shuts down one’s ability to do anything, except, perhaps, scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations.” In terms of scale, the wasp’s sting is rated near the top of the Schmidt Sting Pain Index, second only to that of the bullet ant and is described by Schmidt as “blinding, fierce [and] shockingly electric”. Because of their extremely large stingers, very few animals are able to eat them; one of the few animals that can is the roadrunner. The U.S. state of New Mexico chose the insect in 1989 to become its official state insect. [Emphasis mine!!!!!]
P.S. Sometimes I can’t believe we live in this place.
P.P.S. Seriously, New Mexico?
And with that, I’m out. Have a fantastic weekend, everyone!