Skip to main content

Headphones and Donuts

Friends,
Ever wonder why headphones are labelled “right” and “left”? Sure, the sound coming-out of each miniature speaker is different, however, why does it matter which sound comes-in which ear? Would having my right headphone in my left ear (and vice-versa) while listening to Pink Floyd’s ‘Money’ make me feel like I have my back to the stage? Will Queen’s ‘Another One Bites the Dust’s subliminal messaging be less effective? (listen around minute 1 of the track played backwards and tell me you don’t hear it). When I listen to Joe Walsh’s ‘Life’s Been Good’ with my headphones “backwards”, will hearing “everybody say ‘oh yeah’” with my right ear instead of the intended left change my political leanings? Perhaps there’s a risk to having the same sounds in the same ear every time. Might there be a brain-saving benefit to sometimes having the vocals in old Beatles records coming-in the left ear instead of the right? Unless someone can give me a good reason to care, I plan to take less care when putting my headphones on -no more squinting to find the tiny “L” or “R” for me! Fortunately, donuts are round and we only have one mouth, so no good parallel exists. Sure there are top and bottom sides to a donut, but who would put the sticky side of the donut on the bottom? So come enjoy a tasty treat, you know it’s right!

Happy Friday!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

BIrds of a Feather

Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired

Love and Marriage go together like a Horse and... Donut!

Friends, My family gained a new daughter last week. As I welcome the freshly minted Mrs. González, I wish the new couple a lasting, loving, happy and tranquil marriage. I am also reminded of a special delivery I received at the wedding. A few weeks ago, my niece/goddaughter held a “go fund me” and offered to stitch something for the donors. I, of corse, asked for a horse jumping through a donut. The completed masterpiece depicting this unlikely combo now has a special place in my office, and brings a smile to my face every time I see it. That said, I may forgo the obligatory donut today and opt for some of the leftover cake we still have at the house. Happy Friday!   New addition to the Family Horse through donut  with the artist   Horse through donut at it’s new home shelf P.S. The donut wall in action.

Life is Smiling!

Friends, You know life is good when even dinner smiles at you. That said, digging into smiley soup can pose a dilemma. At a conscious level, you know it’s just inert food. Inanimate, unsentient, incapable of emotion or feeling. Still, those cute cross eyed egg eyes and that little pepper smile are saying ”I’m your friend” —and friends don’t eat friends. Naming your anthropomorphic dish only makes matters worse. Eventually, being the monster I am, hunger wins. Mmmm, delicious! (Sorry, Sally). Speaking of which, maybe skip the smiley faces on that next dozen donuts. Happy Friday! ;-)