Woman. Legend. Blog.

Mr. B is an avid juice drinker.  In fact, he was singlehandedly responsible for the 12.7% increase in juice consumption in the Russian market in 2007.  This may stem from his nostalgia for Russia, the fact that he was brought up in a juice-drinking household, or just that there’s something about the taste of mauled berries and fruit that strikes him right.  For the record, I’m not a juice drinker.  I much prefer water.  Or Power Thirst.

Beautiful data visualization comparing the three (click to enlarge):

“I don’t know what to write for my next post,” I told Mr. B, scratching my head.

Full disclosure:  Thank you to Akira Ohiso for kindly providing me with a copy of Surviving to review.

From Dunechaser on Flickr

A couple months ago, I met a girl from Kyrgyzstan.  When you’re in DC, you run into people like that, that make you realize you pretty much know nothing about the world.  When I got home to read up on Kyrgyzstan, I came upon the custom of bride kidnapping.

The parents came this weekend for my dad’s birthday:

Here’s some stuff I read this week but didn’t get around to posting about.  I got this idea from LB, who has a fabulously in-depth blog on Israel and Israeli affairs and is also as much of a humus enthusiast as me.

Thanks to astute journalist Evgeny Morozov for finding this clip:

I’ve really gotten into data visualization lately as a way of conceptualizing the volumes of data I deal with on a daily basis. So far, I’m only observing others who visualize data.  Not by actually doing any, but I’d like to in the future.  For now, I’m just reading blogs that have to do with data visualization.

Not enough time for a full post about Obama or G8 today, so here’s a snippet about something not having to do at all with G8 and climate control and G8 leaders driving to the summit in electric cars.

Today was a beautiful day  in DC.

Mr. B and I finally got around to watching Casablanca, rounding out the last two people in the Western Hemisphere who have not seen this film.  Because my attention span has been derailed, much like an actual train, by Twitter, my ever-growing RSS feed, and, not being able to watch a black and white movie for more than ten minutes before yelling at our TV to stop being ‘so 1956′, we had to take two nights to do it.  Here is a play-by-play.  One night only, though.  But lots of pictures.