Art! Paint something on them.
Re-purpose as placemats over A4 paper with something nice (perhaps personal pictures with tumplr aphorisms) printed on it.
Get some rare parchment documents and use them to make a presentation case.
Use them for contact printing? You don't need to work with fancy/dangerous chemicals.
You can get cheap 'cyanotype' paper aimed at children that develops and fixes in water.
Like this:
http://www.amazon.com/Tedco-Sun-Art-Paper-Kit/dp/B002KSKTG0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1357065459&sr=8-2&keywords=cyanotype
or
http://www.amazon.com/SunPrint-Paper-Kit/dp/B001KOGY3M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357065467&sr=8-1&keywords=sun+print+paper
Aren't you mathematicians always running out of whiteboard space and paper, requiring you to write on whatever window is nearest?
Sort of, except it's charming when we do it.
Keep the first under the second. Break the second in the event of emergency.
Store them in the back of a closet with some random notations in grease pencil on them. Your survivors will love the mystery when it's time to sort and toss your stuff.
Spare sheets of glass are cruft, right? You don't have to figure out what to do with them right at this moment.
Let's see, sheets of glass, I think: greenhouse! 8"x11" is kind of a pathetic size, it's true. Put them up on freecycle; any number of artists would have a use for them.
Dump them in the glass recycling bin somewhere.
You can only reuse them so many times or the fibers get too short.
OT: My brother is distraught. His friend had a firecracker, more like a fire work, go off in his hand last night. My brother was standing right next to the friend, and was blinded and lost hearing for a bit. The friend's hand is shattered, but I gather the medical professionals were able to save it, though he's lost his index finger and thumb.
My brother's having a hard time, really emotional. He keeps telling me how much he loves me, and he can't stop seeing the scene again and again, and. I imagine there was screaming and a lot of blood, probably the closest we privileged types would come to a war zone.
I've been waiting to hear from my brother again; he was on his way back to the hospital after an hour's sleep, and he sounded just a wreck. I am not sure whether he's going to be suffering from PTSD, dramatic as that sounds. This makes me cry.
16: A beta-blocker for a short time might be a good idea, as is not recalling the incident over and over. The "debriefing" approach seems have been discredited. It's better to forget the details, apparently.
I talked to my brother again, and he sounds much better, thankfully. Absolutely exhausted, having had one hour of sleep in the last 48 hours, but I think he's much more focused on the particulars of life (eat something, yes; arrange to have tomorrow off, yes), rather than semi-hysterically breaking into choking sobs and feeling that the world is falling apart and everybody is going to die, and he's worried that he hasn't told me enough how much he loves me, and what if it had been him, it could have been him, it's amazing that he's even talking to me .... Which is how he was this morning, which made me cry in turn.
I'd make a terrible trauma nurse.
Needless to say, I'll be phoning him daily.
Oh man, that sounds awful. So glad it seems like he is relatively physically OK, emotional symptoms notwithstanding. I'm sure it was a huge relief for him to be able to talk with you (and vice versa).
The lack of sleep may actually serve him better in the long run -- there seems to be some preliminary research showing that if you can stay awake for a while after upsetting things happen, your body is less likely to encode/consolidate them into long-term memory in the same way. I can't find the exact study, but this one appears to be in the same vein.
21.2 is remarkably encouraging news. It makes sense in a way -- my brother has had one continuous experience, culminating this afternoon with having to help calm his friend's mother and girlfriend at the hospital, trying to explain how things happened and communicating calm to them, so he had to put aside his own upset. I got the sense that he'd had a chance to breathe, and sort, and focus.
Dump them in the glass recycling bin somewhere.
Don't do this. They'll break, and workers at the recycling plant can get cuts and/or breathe glass dust. Thin glass and any broken glass goes in the trash.
Ari clearly has the best answer.
I have no idea. Weird -- I must have had a moment of aphasia.
I have no idea. Weird -- I must have had a moment of aphasia.
Aphasia also causes double posting.
Oh, and do we recycle? We can now recycle USED PIZZA BOXES, BITCHEZ! Bet you can't say the same in your fancy, non-Texas places.
Bet you can't say the same in your fancy, non-Texas places.
Um, yeah we can. Like, duh.
We're compelled, by community norms, to curbside recycle pretty much everything: paper, cardboard, plastic, all kinds of metal, yard waste, deceased Jack-o-lanterns, other rotting corpses, etc. Actually, the community norms around environmentalism are becoming a bit burdensome. A couple of weeks ago, the local paper began encouraging people to rat out their neighbors who have fires on no-burn days. This presented us with an opportunity to teach our kids the expression, "Snitches get stitches." Bitchez.
I meant places in the real world, not California.
While I am generally agin' ratting out one's neighbors, I'm ok about doing it for violating burn bans in places that regularly catch fire.
We recently became able to recycle glass.
I think residential burn restrictions are usually for air quality, not fire prevention.
34: indeed. It's all about the inversions here and the resulting icky air.
I can eat glass; it doesn't hurt me.
35: Icky air which you are apparently in favor of.
And yet you are encouraging your children to undermine the enforcement of the rules put in place to fight it.
Look, they have to learn young or they'll never make it on the mean streets of Davis.
So Davis is filled with roving gangs of anti-regulation vigilantes?
I won't apologize for keeping my kids safe, teo.
Actually, I don't think the anti-regulation vigilantes, of which there are several in town, move in gangs. They seem to be loners, mostly.
They mostly come at night... mostly.
Coat the glass sheets with metal and use them to demonstrate the Casimir effect.
Then hook up to some enormous source of energy and build a wormhole.
23: Seriously? Hod goes glass not break all the time on the way to the recycling place?
I cover bottles in bubble wrap before I put them out for collection.
We can now recycle USED PIZZA BOXES, BITCHEZ! Bet you can't say the same in your fancy, non-Texas places.
HAHAHAHAno of course we can.
VW, does "deceased Jack-o-lanterns, other rotting corpses, etc." mean you have curbside compost recycling? That is currently the only thing keeping Cambridge from being as recyclingly awesome as Germany.
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Great zoomable dot map constructed from US & Canadian census data. A dot for every person. You see the census tract "lumping" effects at the highest magnifications, but pretty great across most resolutions.
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RI had a significant increase in what can be recycled (all plastics, not just 1 and 2! Take that, you smug little 5's.) last year, but we can't recycle the paper boxes that frozen food comes in, which feels like an annoying exception.
53.last: Ah yes, the continued grip of Big Fresh Food on state and local regulations.
My apartment complex has recycling that consists of a bunch of separate cans which some people simply ignore and dump random trash in. Seeing the contaminated recyclables the trash men just throw everything in the landfill stream. There is no sign of any effort to fix this.
I always recycle the paper boxes that frozen food comes in (except when visibly greasy) and never recycle pizza boxes. They say we can, but I don't want cheese in my recycled notebook.
I also got a BioLite camp stove for Christmas. Now I can charge my cell phone my burning the twigs that fall on my yard.
You could burn pizza boxes to power your phone.
Huh. I didn't know I could recycle pizza boxes, but it seems I can. (I'm supposed to "remove all food waste", though. I wonder what the threshold is at which a bit of leftover food becomes problematic.)
Two sheets of 8x11 glass is not quite enough for a good-sized shard box for your kids, but its a start.
I have a bad feeling about giving kids a box of glass shards.
But who doesn't have great memories of the shard box they used to play in when they were a tot?
Just thought that everyone would like to know that free curbside recycling has come to the heart of the heart of the heart of it all.
(the "heart of it all" is Ohio; the heart of the heart is Columbus; the heart of the heart of the heart is the peep residence)
So we should bring our trash to your house?
The peep household is the heart murmur of America.
65: Also please wait until after the pickup tomorrow. The bin is very full right now.
I moved to Columbus 20 years ago. Fuck I'm old.
I moved to Columbus 25 years ago. I'm older and more stagnant.
It won't be 20 years until September, I guess.
71: Yeah, it won't be 25 for me until September too.
I wish I could go back and drop out of graduate school sooner.
Look at Moby, lording it over those of us who never got the chance to drop out of graduate school.
It's never too late. Just remember, the higher your GRE score, the longer you should wait to drop out. Metrics must be preserved.
duh, make stained glass stuff. and smash up the remaining bits to glue on your fists for the big showdown.
55: Seattle can fine residents (and does!) for putting wrong stuff in labeled bins; at least, you can get dinged for putting nonrecyclables in the recycle bins, I don't know about the other way around. Compliance and grousing increased. The what-goes-where leaflet actually explains why things are categorized as they are, in tiny print, which I like.
I'd expect greasy pizza boxes to be compostable (high-carbon browns, very useful) rather than recyclable. ALthough they make good tinder, if the burn ban is off.
Davis famously has edible oranges in their street-pile composting, because citrus grow so well there. Yum.
Pasadena (CA) is the first place I've lived where you throw everything, recyclable or otherwise, into a single dumpster and the city does the sorting for you. You take a lot on faith, but it's pretty damn easy.
69, 70: I passed up my golden opportunity to move to Columbus. I'm sure I will regret it someday.
79: You were drafted by the Blue Jackets?
76: Wouldn't that hurt ine's fist as much as one's opponent?
76: Wouldn't that hurt ine's fist as much as one's opponent?
Jean-Claude van Damme's films would never mislead us.
So Davis is filled with roving gangs of anti-regulation vigilantes?
...and only one woman can stop them.
We have single-sort recycling in Chicago, but I have a sneaking suspicion the garbage collection people just dump it in a landfill. I also suspect most people in my apartment complex don't really understand what can and can't be recycled. They try, I think, but I see styrofoam and plastic bags* in there all the time.
*They can be recycled in CHI, but not curbside.
85: I've seen that type of single-sort recycling before, just never the kind where there's a single receptacle for ordinary trash and the whole range of recyclables. I, too, am skeptical that everything ultimately gets to the right place, but what little I can find online suggests that it's at least somewhat more efficient than having people divvy things up themselves.
Paint half a painting on each one. Give them to two distant relatives. ("A piece of glass with random paint smears. Thanks, Auntie Heebie.") Only when they hold them together will the full painting be revealed - ideally giving them the clue to the treasure's location. (This idea stolen from a Jacobite glassblower and Hergé.)