**Six days until I see Bruce Springsteen live in concert for the first time. Cannot freaking wait. I will be posting some Bruce clips here throughout the week…
Three bizarre stories that have nothing to do with each other on today’s blog. So, you know, a typical day here at Wide World of Stuff.
First, I bring you a world record few knew existed, and even fewer would’ve tried to break. Two weeks ago in Bucharest, fashion designers unveiled the world’s longest bridal train.
It was on a model. Who was floating on a hot air balloon, of course. The train (below) weighed in at 1.85 miles long, took 100 days to create, and is made of lace, taffeta and other fabrics, the designers said.
Man oh man. How’d you like to be the groom waiting for that thing to finally end, so you can get married to the woman you love?
**So if you’re one of those people who has trouble feeling your cell phone vibrating in your pocket, the good folks at Nokia have the solution for you.
Get yourself a vibrating tattoo. Nokia has apparently invented one.
According to this Yahoo! story, the Finnish company has patented an idea that involves using a ferromagnetic material which would be sprayed or stamped onto a user’s skin before being linked up with a mobile device. The material is capable of detecting a magnetic field and emitting a vibration.
The patent explains that once applied, the tattoo could work in a number of ways. It could, for example, let you know when your phone’s battery is running low, tell you when an email has been received or alert you to an event on your calendar.
Yeah, I’m as puzzled as you are on this one. Who the hell wants a tattoo that vibrates all the time?
**Finally, this story just annoyed me greatly, but being that I live in New York City, I can’t say I’m really surprised. A group of parents in Brooklyn’s Park Slope neighborhood are trying to get ice cream carts in Prospect Park’s playground banned.
Why? Because they feel it’s too tough to say no to their adorable children, but they don’t want them to eat all that ice cream and grow up obese.
The New York Post reports that a mom named Sarah wrote the following on a neighborhood parents’ message board: “Along with the first truly beautiful day of the year, my son and I had our first ruined day at the playground,” she writes. “Two different people came into the actual playground with ice cream/Italian ice push carts. I was able to avoid it for a little while but eventually I left with a crying 4-year-old.”
Oh, the horror. Here’s an idea, parents of Park Slope: Give the kid ice cream ONCE in a while, and you’ll be fine. You don’t need to ban ice cream carts because you’re afraid to say no to your kid.
