Frizz

This is a moving piece about the opening of the Bad Arolsen Archive in Germany from CBS News. The archives are currently being digitalized and the project should be finished in a year.

Hard to believe, but another two months have passed and come 4.30 tomorrow I’ll be sitting in the Ortho’s chair again. At this stage it’s tricky to see exactly what’s happening, but a couple of things are more obvious; my bottom teeth have moved over, so instead of a gap in the middle, I now have a gap on the right hand side - it’s a little like they are doing a slow motion dance, moving from one side to the other every couple of months. Another gap opened up next to my left top front tooth allowing it to straighten out some.

I’m expecting to be tut tutted, because it seems impossible for me to keep the bottom teeth, where the elastic band is, plaque free - so that the plaque is stopping the teeth from completely coming together. Thinking about that I guess it’s also time for another horrendously expensive visit to the hygienist.

I was just trying to do a test to see whether I might have the bite turbos removed, but that’s hard to tell as well, at certain times my teeth do seem to meet and at other times they don’t, so I’ll expect to keep them, even though I’m hoping there’ll go.

I’ve just remembered the broken bracket – that’s going to be interesting, I think it has to be replaced – I’m imagining a pair of pliers…

This is Hadley Freeman giving her low down on the Peter Jensen show at London Fashion Week - it’s hysterical, go have a listen - the wonky red dress is weird, the rest is well, not good. [Via]

I spent quite a lot of yesterday in a bit of a panic searching London chemists (which I have just realized I spent the day calling pharmacy’s), for a sugar-free-coated* version of a certain common antibiotic. For some reason this was very hard, I think I covered 10 chemists in about five different areas, there was extreme relief expressed when I found a chemist who had them. Why do company’s think I need to have sugar on everything, including a pill I am going to swallow? The weirdest part was calling the company name on the packet to ask who stocked their product, the person who answered the phone just kept repeating that she was not allowed to tell me anything, as if she’d signed the official secrets act.

*I don’t think my stomach likes sugar coated pills; there’s a certain brand of ibuprofen I just can’t get on with and that’s the only explanation I have come up with.

A fox this morning trying to get something…

This guy has taken a picture of himself everyday for the past seven years - that’s commitment - he started out as a fresh faced 19 year old.  It’s kind of fascinating in an odd way.

Check out this article by a cognitive neuroscience Prof. who tried to use his knowledge of how our brains work to win Millionaire.  [via]

I’m bored and I have so much to do.