<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:33:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Quirks</title><subtitle type='html'>Random issues in life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-5668248930479574859</id><published>2007-09-10T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:34:14.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the fingers - drinking tea</title><summary type='text'>My DH took this little video of me - he wanted to follow what my hands did while I was trying to drink my tea, but... LOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=5668248930479574859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/5668248930479574859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/5668248930479574859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2007/09/follow-fingers-drinking-tea.html' title='Follow the fingers - drinking tea'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-8702018767726286212</id><published>2007-06-26T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:42:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass House</title><summary type='text'>The Glass House was created by by architect Philip Johnson. It has now been open for public tours.Report from CNN: "Glass House Opens for public tours"</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=8702018767726286212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8702018767726286212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8702018767726286212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2007/06/glass-house.html' title='Glass House'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-7887324261074590045</id><published>2007-06-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:26:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Bid</title><summary type='text'>On July 4, the IOC will elect the host for the 2014 Olympic Games. The 3 final shortlisted cities are: PyeongChang (Korea), Salzburg (Austria), and Sochi(Russia)Having participated in the Dream Program at PyeongChang, I must say it was a truly wonderful experience. They took care of our every need and ensured everything ran smoothly. Every logistical detail was thought of, nothing was left to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=7887324261074590045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/7887324261074590045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/7887324261074590045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2007/06/olympic-bid.html' title='Olympic Bid'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-6474278367104517887</id><published>2007-06-02T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:41:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds we spied</title><summary type='text'>On a recent trip to Europe, I took two videos of birds...First were ducks in a lake near Oberstdorf, Germany:Then was a stork crossing the street in Amsterdam, Netherlands:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=6474278367104517887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/6474278367104517887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/6474278367104517887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2007/06/birds-we-spied.html' title='Birds we spied'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-62166237020068569</id><published>2007-01-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:17:56.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convertible Bra</title><summary type='text'>One of the sections of the newspapers today mentioned another novel, innovative creation by the Japanese:A bra that can be converted into a shopping bag!This was announced on Triumph's Japan website, and even has pictures to show how the conversion is done!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=62166237020068569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/62166237020068569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/62166237020068569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2007/01/convertible-bra.html' title='Convertible Bra'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-8115037042735795477</id><published>2006-12-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:41:20.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synesthesia</title><summary type='text'>In a recent conversation with friends, the condition synesthesia came up. Synesthesia is a condition where senses are joined, and the real information of one sense is accompanied by a perception in another sense.The most common is where numbers/letters are perceived with color. Some time ago, my colleague described what she had read about a little girl saying that the music was pink - then </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=8115037042735795477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8115037042735795477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8115037042735795477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/12/synesthesia.html' title='Synesthesia'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-4040025028270916582</id><published>2006-12-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:01:50.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarianism and IQ</title><summary type='text'>My DH sent this link to me:High IQ link to being VegetarianSo, an overweight vegetarian would just have normal IQ?[Ref: previous post, Weight and IQ]</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=4040025028270916582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/4040025028270916582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/4040025028270916582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/12/vegetarianism-and-iq.html' title='Vegetarianism and IQ'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-3634293956570104992</id><published>2006-11-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:32:51.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be happy</title><summary type='text'>Think happy thoughts.Look on the bright side.Count your blessings.Get more insight</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=3634293956570104992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/3634293956570104992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/3634293956570104992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-be-happy.html' title='How to be happy'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-1621936760890559828</id><published>2006-11-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:54:58.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight and IQ</title><summary type='text'>The results from a study coducted by Dr Maxime Cournot from Toulouse University Hospital indicate that weight and IQ are inversely proportional.Reported on MedicineNet:Gain Weight, Lose Brain Power?Press release from American Academy of Neurology:High BMI Tied to Poor Cognitive Function in Middle-Aged AdultsAbstract on Neurology.net:Relation between body mass index and cognitive function in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=1621936760890559828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/1621936760890559828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/1621936760890559828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/11/weight-and-iq.html' title='Weight and IQ'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-8710066732413803426</id><published>2006-11-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:06:18.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TED Prize</title><summary type='text'>The TED Prize is awarded by the Technology Entertainment Design to individuals who have shown that they can change the world. Quoted from the TED Prize website:Our goal is to honor and empower these people by connecting them to the formidable resources of the TED community. Our prize-winners may be very different, but they will have this in common: They will be doing something that has </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=8710066732413803426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8710066732413803426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8710066732413803426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/11/ted-prize.html' title='TED Prize'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-2072781202947581973</id><published>2006-10-27T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:11:53.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon River Flowed Backwards in Ancient Times</title><summary type='text'>It may not be such amazing news, but it made news all the same:Amazon River Flowed Backwards in Ancient TimesSouth America's winding Amazon River flows in an easterly direction across the continent, dumping water into the Atlantic Ocean. But in eons past, it flowed from east-to-west and, for a time, in both directions at once, a new study finds.Come to think of it, with all the plate tectonics </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=2072781202947581973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/2072781202947581973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/2072781202947581973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazon-river-flowed-backwards-in.html' title='Amazon River Flowed Backwards in Ancient Times'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-8429594886994045342</id><published>2006-09-21T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:15:47.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mailbox</title><summary type='text'>The 2006/2007 Yellow Pages was sitting in my mailbox today.In the apartment building I am in, the mailboxes are all on the ground floor. They are little pigeon-holes with a door that has a tiny slot about 8" wide and 1" high, for letters to go through. Letters.Parcels generally cannot fit, and I would get a little note asking me to collect them from the post office.I have, on two occassions, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=8429594886994045342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8429594886994045342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/8429594886994045342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/09/mailbox.html' title='Mailbox'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-7212544554648935675</id><published>2006-09-19T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:17:54.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People who live in glass houses</title><summary type='text'>People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. [Photo from McGill's Professor Sijpkes' Website][Photo from "A Digital Archive of American Architecture"]On further thought, people who live in glass houses should invest in drapes. Or, an alternative solution at Happy Day CardsBy the way, people who live in stone houses shouldn't throw glass!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=7212544554648935675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/7212544554648935675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/7212544554648935675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/09/people-who-live-in-glass-houses.html' title='People who live in glass houses'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-3825578763784343857</id><published>2006-09-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:13:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissue paper in the wash basin</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to believe that educated persons would have sufficient common sense to know that tissue paper in the wash basin will choke up the sink.I'd also like to believe that most people, educated or not, would not like a choked-up sink.Lastly, given that I work at a research institution, I believe everyone there are educated.Hence, on several occassions, I have been rather baffled to find tissue </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=3825578763784343857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/3825578763784343857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/3825578763784343857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/09/tissue-paper-in-wash-basin.html' title='Tissue paper in the wash basin'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-4687038275597825590</id><published>2006-09-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:38:30.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift etiquette</title><summary type='text'>Some people lack lift etiquette.I'm not talking about those who squeeze past you to get out when you're clearly trying to get out. I'm not even talking about those who press the "door close" button when you're clearly on your way to catch the lift.I am talking about those who try to squeeze into the lift when you are trying to get out - as if preventing you from getting out guaranteed their place</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=4687038275597825590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/4687038275597825590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/4687038275597825590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/09/lift-etiquette.html' title='Lift etiquette'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-113672535042449714</id><published>2006-01-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:28:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Postmarks</title><summary type='text'>When does the post office postmark their mail? I certainly hope they do it the very day the mail was collected... On 30 Dec 2005, I had dropped my entry form into the post box. I was later informed that my entry was late - because the postmark was 3 Jan 2006 (after the 31 Dec 2005 closing date). How baffling! The post office here has a policy of "next business day delivery" for mail posted before</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=113672535042449714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113672535042449714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113672535042449714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/01/late-postmarks.html' title='Late Postmarks'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-113611068539096218</id><published>2006-01-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:56:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day 2006</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year everyone!!! Its time to celebrate a new year, a new beginning... Parties are held everywhere, people wish one another well in the new year, and make new year's resolutions so better their coming year.BUT, what is New Year's Day anyway? Another day to celebrate? Oh yes, humans are so very clever... not just one day to celebrate but two!!! Indeed, we have big parties to celebrate New</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=113611068539096218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113611068539096218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113611068539096218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-day-2006.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day 2006'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-113550586612589683</id><published>2005-12-25T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:23:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2005</title><summary type='text'>Its a quiet Christmas - at least for me.  After all, there's not much to celebrate - I'm not religious, and this is but a holiday season for me.  I respect that it is a meaningful time for many of my friends, and I wish them well and joyful celebrations!Nevertheless, speaking to M the other day, we came up with my version of "Twelve Days of Christmas".  It starts as follows:On the first day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=113550586612589683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113550586612589683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113550586612589683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-day-2005.html' title='Christmas Day 2005'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-113397333096034348</id><published>2005-12-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:35:30.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How unprofessional ETS is!</title><summary type='text'>I cannot believe this...ALL mathematics departments require GRE subject tests for admission. What do you do if you are unable to take the test, due to an absurdly unprofessional act by ETS?My sister is applying to grad school, and she signed up for the subject test on Dec 10. On Dec 5, my sister called ETS to ask why she had not yet received the admission ticket. ETS then told her that the test </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=113397333096034348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113397333096034348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/113397333096034348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-unprofessional-ets-is.html' title='How unprofessional ETS is!'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-112918663976535935</id><published>2005-10-13T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:57:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistent?</title><summary type='text'>There has been a small debate recently about an "error" in the PSLE Mathematics paper. Error? My my, this is so criminal!However, where is the inconsistency? Now, if we assume that the diagonal lines across the rectangle are straight, then yes, there is an inconsistency. Otherwise, the dimensions are perfectly reasonable! Of course the apology should then be that the question is not a PSLE-level </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=112918663976535935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/112918663976535935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/112918663976535935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/10/inconsistent.html' title='Inconsistent?'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-112045282144869039</id><published>2005-07-04T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:53:41.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem with Flora</title><summary type='text'>There was a storm early this morning - strong gusts of wind, and heavy rain. The winds got very strong, and blew the shampoo off the ledge in the bathroom. I could hear things falling in other apartments.Later, on the radio, the traffic situation updates included various reports of trees or branches fallen on the roads, causing blockages. At the end of the report, the DJ exclaimed, "we seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=112045282144869039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/112045282144869039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/112045282144869039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/07/problem-with-flora.html' title='Problem with Flora'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-112006372837543991</id><published>2005-06-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:18:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't trains run faster?</title><summary type='text'>The Forum in yesterday's papers carried a letter titled "Have trains run faster", where the writer wrote, and I quote, "From what I observed, MRT trains are running at the same speed today as they were some two decades ago when they were first introduced. Surely, with new technology, trains can be made to run faster?"The writer makes a good point - new technology must now enable trains to run at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=112006372837543991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/112006372837543991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/112006372837543991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-cant-trains-run-faster.html' title='Why can&apos;t trains run faster?'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111383184571482200</id><published>2005-04-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:45:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet-Cleaning Schedules</title><summary type='text'>We get off work at 6pm.  It is not so strange that ladies working on the 3rd floor would want to go to the bathroom before heading out, or home.  By some strange coincidence, there would invariably be a sign outside the bathroom door.Cleaning in progressWe would then have to take out little after-work stroll either up or down the stairs, to use the bathroom on the 4th or 2nd floor.When I went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111383184571482200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111383184571482200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111383184571482200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/04/toilet-cleaning-schedules.html' title='Toilet-Cleaning Schedules'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111338053536764448</id><published>2005-04-13T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:22:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a teacher quits</title><summary type='text'>Not too long ago, there was some discussion in the local papers about teachers resigning.  The story involved a teacher who resigned because she could not bear the unruliness of the students in her school.  One point of contention is that this sends the message that one can quit when life becomes too difficult to bear - certainly not something we want to teach our children!In traditional </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111338053536764448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111338053536764448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111338053536764448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-teacher-quits.html' title='When a teacher quits'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111293853311997685</id><published>2005-04-08T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:59:52.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Television</title><summary type='text'>A little over a month ago, my parents announced that they had bought a new LCD TV. Why?Well, they were having problems with the old TV. After all, it *is* 10 years old, and such ancient TVs are susceptible to typical ailments of old age. The main complaint was that the color of the TV is wrong - it looked redder than it should. Somehow we can determine that all those filmmakersout there didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111293853311997685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111293853311997685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111293853311997685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/04/television.html' title='Television'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111226737932290475</id><published>2005-04-03T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:23:26.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finger Lakes</title><summary type='text'>The flight from Newark to Detroit was exciting!We flew over upstate NY and guess what?Yes, the Finger Lakes!I've never seen the finger lakes from the air before, especially not from so high. Well, in photos, yes, but not with my own eyes. It was exciting to identify the lakes that we knew and the places we had been to.There was Cayuga Lake, with Stewart Park on its frozen southern shore. We could</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111226737932290475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111226737932290475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111226737932290475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/04/finger-lakes.html' title='The Finger Lakes'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111222689197618804</id><published>2005-04-01T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:32:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Sooks and Let Jags</title><summary type='text'>While I was in Ann Arbor, my sister and I went to Borders downtown. This is supposed to be the original (first) Borders bookstore. There, a book caught my eye...Runny BabbitA Billy Sook by Shel SilversteinCute, at first glance. The twist was immediately obvious. The first poem went like this:THE FUNNY BAMILYRunny fad a hamily -Matter of fact, he hada sother and two bristers,A dummy and a mad.His </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111222689197618804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111222689197618804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111222689197618804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/04/billy-sooks-and-let-jags.html' title='Billy Sooks and Let Jags'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111222659075766862</id><published>2005-03-31T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T07:49:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Lag</title><summary type='text'>Its funny how jet lag seems to hit me, not on the first day, but for the next few days. This trip was good, as we got back in the night, and I slept well 'til morning. I actually got through the entire first day very well. We even went out for dinner, and had a good time.But see me the next day, as I tried to stay awake in the afternoon, and ended up falling asleep on the sofa at 10:30pm, while </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111222659075766862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111222659075766862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111222659075766862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/03/jet-lag.html' title='Jet Lag'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111205406845159645</id><published>2005-03-29T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T09:00:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientists and Alarm Clocks</title><summary type='text'>In yesterday's Today paper, there was an article about "scientists" inventing an alarm clock which would roll around the house, out of reach of the sleepy user. This presumably would help to ensure that whichever sleepy-head using this would have to wake up.M:  Why is it "scientists" who invent an alarm clock that roll around?C:  Ahh! Necessity is the mother of invention! Don't you call yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111205406845159645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111205406845159645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111205406845159645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/03/scientists-and-alarm-clocks.html' title='Scientists and Alarm Clocks'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111178047795491142</id><published>2005-03-25T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T08:59:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Northern NJ</title><summary type='text'>Spring seems to be a little late in coming this year! It was snowing two days ago, and there is still snow on the ground. Now. It is cold, but not too cold, so we have been going for half-hour walks around the neighbourhood.I still can't believe that I'm once again 15mins from Ice House, yet once again not going skating at all. Well, I have an excuse - my back is still stiff in the mornings... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111178047795491142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111178047795491142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111178047795491142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-in-northern-nj.html' title='Spring in Northern NJ'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610843.post-111146459611503472</id><published>2005-03-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T08:58:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Beginnings</title><summary type='text'>When I first heard about blogs, I wondered what the thrill was in opening one's thoughts, one's life to the whole world. Plus, where would I find the time to do all that? There is so much more to do in life outside work - skating, movies, outdoors, travelling, etc.On further thought, I recall that in college, I did keep a personal webpage. Then, there was no Blogger that I knew of. I had to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610843&amp;postID=111146459611503472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111146459611503472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610843/posts/default/111146459611503472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salchow.blogspot.com/2005/03/simple-beginnings.html' title='Simple Beginnings'/><author><name>Chow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qwuPTyM-ePY/RqG4qrvaNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/-g5-H4JedSM/s200/Chow-FanSpiral.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
