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Happy birthday, Naomi!

Ever thought about making a model of buckministerfullerene out of balloons? Or an eight-foot-tall model of DNA? Some people have. Behold, the Gallery of Balloon Molecules.

LiveJournal’s odd. You never get to just quietly drift away from a LiveJournal relationship, or near-miss at a relationship, and let it die naturally. There’s that defining moment, however small, in which you choose to defriend someone or are defriended. I hate that.

My LJ friends list includes a dead person. We weren’t close, but still I cannot bring myself to drop her username from the list and tidy her away. If we have a pandemic flu, my friends list might include about five more dead people, if the statistics from 1918 Chicago are anything to go by. (Maybe I’ll be one.) And as time goes on, and the people we love are picked off by one thing or another, our friends lists and blogrolls will look more and more like memorials to the dead.

The washing machine decided that this would be a good week to conk out and spit machine oil into our clothes. Funny thing is, it was right. Can you believe it?

I have reason to think that at least a couple of you will have an opinion on this one. I’m going to read the Kalevala this fall. Which translation do you think is most fun to read?