Thursday, April 22, 2010

21 April 2010

Geek Desk: $799

While dorking around reading the New York Times online before they ruin everything and start charging me to look at their website, I read an article about how sitting on one's ass all day long whilst working greatens the possibility that one's ass shall grow large. And also make one unhealthy. I am very excited that scientists are devoting their time to confirm my personal ass' findings, that indeed, as I've sat, planning classes, making grade-tracking spreadsheets, designing class materials, cute certificates of completion and doing other sit-down administrative activities,  that my ass has grown larger. 

So then, imagine my ass' glee when a week later, the very same New York Times features an article about a new generation of desks that you can raise or lower as the day goes on. Start standing, keep your booty svelte, and flick a switch to lower it later when you'd like to sit. I'm  really, non-facetiously, excited about this idea. Granted, I would never in a billion years drop eight hundred dollars on a desk, but I'm pretty sure that I could put those electronics and fabricating for motion classes I took back in the day, and and make one my damn self. Win!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

7 April 2010

Basketbin: $48

I'm a composting failure. We have a pile, but it's usually raided by the dogs, and the container that I collect scraps in before taking them out to to the dog-offering pile tends to get left to ferment and go squishy and slimy. It lurks under the sink, threatening all with the vile smells that might escape should someone think of emptying it. 

This is the miracle garbage can that could save me. See the little container that hangs inside? With a top an everything? It's dishwasher safe, and easy to remove for taking a scenic stroll to the compost pile, where your well-behaved dogs gaze upon you encouragingly with expressions showing that they would never dream of dragging your scraps all over the yard for their leisurely consumption. Right before they magically poop out the fifty dollars the miracle garbage can costs.