Good Monday morning, friends! Did you awaken to the sound of birdies chirping outside your window this morning? I heard from at least one blogger-friend yesterday who said he spent the first part of the day shoveling snow, so I guess most of us already have something to be thankful for! I hope you all had a fine weekend. Mine was pretty laid back, as my daughter was studying for exams, so I had some extra time to write and read … and of course, do laundry! 12-15 loads a week for just three people … sigh. Anyway, let us see if we can start this week off with some smiles, okay? Grab your wine coffee and pull up a chair!
I am ‘navigationally challenged’. I can read a map, given enough time (15-20 minutes) and plenty of light. I can follow directions … maybe … if they do not involve more than 2-3 turns. So, when my friend H tried to teach me to use Google Maps, I thought that might be the solution to my directional issues. And sometimes it is, but other times … well, on my recent trip to Pennsylvania, I set Google Maps for starting and ending points, and asked it to choose the fastest route. It did its job, but since I could not hear the voice in the phone, I was constantly saying, “huh?” The voice in the phone never repeated herself … apparently she doesn’t understand “huh?” And, she (I have come to think of my GPS as a ‘she’) helped me hit every toll booth in Pennsylvania! Then, when I started home on Monday and asked her to reverse the directions, she said, ‘no route found’. Did I somehow offend her? Fortunately, I am better at finding my way home than I am finding my way there, so I only went ½ hour out of my way! Anyway, this post is not about me, but about Google Maps.
Guess what? Sometimes Google Maps makes a mistake! Such was the case in Australia last week when Michael McElwee began receiving mail for a local pizza parlor. First it was mail, then it was people asking to fill out job applications, and then it was customers wanting to know where their pizzas were. Turns out that Google Maps had incorrectly labeled his house as Cucina Sotto Le Stelle, a pizzeria located in a park near his home. “My daughter has been approached by people wanting to know what time we open,” he said. “I don’t know how many people have turned up at my house thinking it was a pizza place.”
Now … wouldn’t you think that a person of average intelligence would look at the residential house and realize that it was not, in fact, a pizza parlor? Have we come to rely so heavily on technology that we don’t bother to take our brains out of our pockets anymore? Still, I would have loved to have been a mouse in the corner and seen the expression on his face when hungry people started showing up at his door demanding their pizzas! Possibly he could have found a way to make a profit from it!
If you’re planning to be in southern California this summer and have some extra money burning a hole in your pocket, you may want to check out the Ice Cream Museum. The museum features 10 exhibits and each room features the smells and tastes associated with ice cream desserts. There is, for example, the Pool of Sprinkles …
And the Banana Room …
And let us not forget the melting-Popsicle jungle …
It even features scratch ‘n sniff walls! And of course there are samples, though each ticket entitles the holder to only two. And speaking of tickets … the going price is $29 for adults, $18 for children and seniors. Personally, I’d rather just make a trip to Ben and Jerry’s, but then what do I know?
And speaking of museums …
Opening in the next few weeks in Helsingborg, Sweden, is the Museum of Failures. The museum is the brainchild of Samuel West, an organizational psychologist (whatever that is) and formerly an innovation researcher (I repeat, whatever that is) at Lund University in Sweden. West says he tired of hearing about all the success stories and wondered, “So where are all these failures? Why do we only read about the successes?” Hence, he began looking for those inventions that never quite saw the light of day, and after several years, had amassed quite a collection.
The collection includes …
Harley Davidson “Hot Road” perfume
Colgate Beef Lasagne
A Monopoly-style Trump Board Game
A face mask that electrocutes you to keep you from getting wrinkles
All in all, it sounds more interesting than the Ice Cream Museum. I could not find out what the price of admission will be, but I know that it will be too steep for me, since it would include a plane ticket halfway around the world. If any of my readers live in, or plan to visit Sweden … send me some pictures!
On April 15th, Emma Morano died. Yes, I know this is supposed to be a humorous post, and yes, I know death isn’t funny, but I’m coming to the humorous part if you’ll give me a chance. And for goodness sake, the woman was 117 years old and had not left her home for 15 years! She was, it turns out, the last person alive (until April 15th, anyway) who lived in the 19th century! Quite an accomplishment to live to be 117, yes?
In a previous interview with the New York Times, when asked to what she credited her longevity, she replied that remaining single for most of her life is one of the reasons and that eating two raw eggs in the morning every day for 90 years was the other. And here we’ve been told that raw eggs are bad for you! Personally, I’m not so sure about the raw eggs … I don’t think I could get them past my lips, but I’ll drink a toast to staying single!
Filosofa’s Tip Of The Day: Never give the cat watermelon.
Okay, folks … I’ve got work to do and so do you, so let us make it a great week! Go share some humour with a friend or co-worker, give them a smile too. Smiles and chuckles are not near as much fun if you keep them to yourself! Have a safe and happy week!