i don’t know about you, loyal readers, but the weather here in georgia has me reaching for the tissue box regularly these days. i wouldn’t categorize myself as severely allergic to the spring weather; however, something in the air keeps me sneezing day in and day out. i suppose it doesn’t help that i have the windows open when i am home, but i just can’t keep the lovely breeze away when it’s so nice!
anyway, when you feel a sneeze coming on but not quite there, you’ve probably been told by someone (perhaps a mother, grandparent, or other wise individual) to look at a light or the sun to get that sneeze out of your system. well, i know this little trick works nearly every time for me and recently it got me wondering about why it actually works. good thing there’s a thing called the internet to answer this puzzling question!
after reading a couple of articles (article 1 and article 2), it turns out that there isn’t much concrete explanation (although there is plenty of speculation) as to why looking at light activates the sneeze action in some people. although originally thought to be caused by heat, the general theory now is that this “photic sneeze reflex” is caused by irritation in the nose, which can be triggered when the trigeminal nerve fires. this trigeminal nerve is close in proximity to the optic nerve, so when the eyes’ pupils constrict in response to a sudden flood of light to the retina, the nose also reacts.
now, part of what you read were the words “in some people.” that’s right. this phenomenon actually has genetic roots. not from the x or y chromosome, but from an autosomal-dominant gene you inherit from at least one of your parents. with that, it’s estimated that only about 10% to 35% of the world’s population is affected by the photic sneeze reflex. well, doesn’t that just make me feel special!
p.s. the best part about the photic sneeze reflex? the incredibly clever acronym created many moons ago: autosomal-dominant compelling helio-opthalmic outburst syndrome. aka, ACHOO! the more you know. 😀
okay, folks, i am going to settle the argument once and for all: the central time zone is the grandest time zone of all and masterfully reigns over all others. now, if you were to ask my sister-in-law kari, she’d vehemently disagree until the sun goes down. seeing as how she has lived all her life in georgia, all she knows is the eastern time zone. poor thing! if only i could show her the light. perhaps this post can do just that?
growing up in birmingham, i spent my entire childhood drinking the central time zone kool-aid, so to say. our favorite primetime shows came on at a reasonable hour, which meant i got to go to bed in a timely manner to get my recommended eight hours of sleep before waking to a new dawn for a pleasant day at school. sounds poetic, right? yes, that’s because it is! the central time zone is such a lovely place because you get your day started a touch earlier to keep up with everyone on the east coast yet you aren’t expected to keep your day going until those on the west end theirs.
you get home at six-ish, have the perfect amount of time to kick off your shoes, hop in your jammies, and then settle down into dinner while reading or watching survivor or whatever else it is you like to do on your weeknights.
wait, though. what about the weekends? oh, yes, football and all things sports start earlier in your day, but then you aren’t up until one a.m. trying to stay awake as the san diego state aztecs march onto victory. you’re snuggled in bed before the clock strikes midnight so that you can rise rested from your slumber to do it all again.
over in the eastern time zone, everything starts when it really should be your bedtime. yes, i might be a late-20 something saying this, but i think it’s safe to say i’m past the very short part in my life when i was eager to go out with friends and single-handedly close the clubs down myself. i like getting done with work and having a few hours to wind down before i think about having to go through the daily grind again, just a few winks of sleep away.
if the local government would just be a lamb and move atlanta into the central time zone all would then be right with the world and every Christmas dream i’ve ever had would have come true.
this week i attended some highly technical microsoft trainings up in alpharetta at their georgia headquarters. welcome back from a long holiday weekend! although not my areas of expertise, i kept my head above water as i learned more than i ever thought i’d know regarding azure and office 365 and api’s and visual studio. oh yes, kelsey! talk nerdy to us!
in one of the sessions we were led by a technical evangelist (no, i did not make up that title; that’s actually what his business card says) by the first name of mostafa. i did a double-take to make sure i’d heard him correctly, and then when he put his introduction slide up on the screen, it was confirmed. however, the only thing i could think of any time he spoke throughout the day was mufasa from the lion king. mostafa, mufasa? you’d be thinking the same thing, right? yes, please just humor me and say “yes!” my youthful tendencies distracted me as my mind floated between queries and scenes of simba, back to reality where i was trying my hardest to publish an app to the sharepoint store. i got there eventually! but if you were to ask me what i did and how i did it, well, we’d be here a while.
anyway, so i survived the trainings, and afterwards i finally satisfied my lion king craving by pulling up and playing this video about ten times over. it might only be 24 seconds long, but it is seriously one of my favorite scenes from the entire movie. mufasa, mufasa, mufasa!
oh, well, let’s hang on now and not forget this one. rafiki looks like a crazed mad man at about the 1:09 mark, and i love it. that face combined with that laugh? it’s just all too much!