Sunday, June 20, 2010

Glasses? ...Glasses!!

Sometimes the English language intersects with irony so forcefully that Socretes the Great Philosopher himself would have trouble making sense of it.

In English, eye glasses and drinking glasses are hard to tell apart phonetically speaking and so their fates are intertwined. But Italian for instance, specchio and bicchiere, have a fates phonetically disconnected and are subject to their own course in the universe, as it were.

The universal course of glasses and glasses in our house generally is a short ride to the recycle bin and then on to the great unknown.

Here is our cupboard where we used to store our glasses.
And here is the dishwasher where you can sometimes find the rest of the glasses when you are in a crunch before you have time to unload the dishwasher, which task takes less and less time by the way.
Yes, 3 surviving glasses.

Here is Melanie's glasses who's unfortunate naming convention got them into a heap of trouble.

Here is the replacement for our glasses. I will let you try to figure out which iteration we mean here.

And here is the author of much of the fate going on around here.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Fire Flys

We caught a few bugs to help light up the house because we are totally joining the green movement.

Now we just can't figure out how to turn em off.