Celsius, formerly known as centigrade, is a scale and unit of measurement for temperature. It is named after the Swedish astronomer Anders Celsius (1701–1744), who developed a similar temperature scale. The degree Celsius (°C) can refer to a specific temperature on the Celsius scale as well as a unit to indicate a temperature interval, a difference between two temperatures or an uncertainty. The unit was known until 1948 as "centigrade" from the Latin centum translated as 100 and gradus translated as "steps".
From 1744 until 1954, 0 °C was defined as the freezing point of water and 100 °C was defined as the boiling point of water, both at a pressure of one standard atmosphere with mercury being the working material.[citation needed] Although these defining correlations are commonly taught in schools today, by international agreement the unit "degree Celsius" and the Celsius scale are currently defined by two different temperatures: absolute zero, and the triple point of VSMOW (specially-purified water). This definition also precisely relates the Celsius scale to the Kelvin scale, which defines the SI base unit of thermodynamic temperature with symbol K. Absolute zero, the lowest temperature possible at which matter reaches minimum entropy, is defined as being precisely 0 K and −273.15 °C. The temperature of the triple point of water is defined as precisely 273.16 K and 0.01 °C.
An idiots guide to drug dealing,
Plot
Relationship issues arise between a researcher with a theory to explain away all his failed dating experiments, a player who wants out of the game, a deejay whose head spins with thoughts of God, a hoodrat with no street cred, a poet not-so-well-versed in art of love, and a womanipulator of men.
Keywords: ampersand-in-title, apostrophe-in-title, babe-scientist, friend, poetry, punctuation-in-title, san-francisco-california, spoken-word
Hugs. Kisses. Score.
Plot
Armand Goldman owns a popular drag nightclub in South Miami Beach. His long-time lover Albert stars there as Starina. "Their" son Val (actually Armand's by his one heterosexual fling, twenty years before) comes home to announce his engagement to Barbara Keely, daughter of Kevin Keely, US Senator, and vice president of the Committee for Moral Order. The Senator and family descend upon South Beach to meet Val and his father and "mother..." and what ensues is comic chaos.
Keywords: 1990s, 20-year-old, apartment, based-on-play, chewing-gum, coalition-for-moral-order, conservative-morals, cross-dressing, cultural-attaché, drag
Come as you are.
What could possibly come between a match made in heaven? The parents. Dinner. And a nightclub called... (The Birdcage)
Senator Kevin Keeley: [in drag] Don't leave me. Don't leave me here. I don't want to be the only girl not dancing!
Armand: Shouldn't you be holding the crucifix? It is THE prop for martyrs!
Armand: Al, you old son of a bitch! How ya doin'? How do you feel about that call today? I mean the Dolphins! Fourth-and-three play on their 30 yard line with only 34 seconds to go!::Albert: How do you think I feel? Betrayed, bewildered... wrong response?
Celsius: Chewing gum helps me think.::Albert: Sweetie, you're wasting your gum!
Senator Kevin Keeley: That's just what Rush Limbaugh said!
Armand: You do an eclectic celebration of the dance! You do Fosse, Fosse, Fosse! You do Martha Graham, Martha Graham, Martha Graham! Or Twyla, Twyla, Twyla! Or Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd! Or Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!... but you keep it all inside.
Albert: You know, I used to feel that way too until I found out that Alexander the Great was a fag. Talk about gays in the military!
Armand: So this is Hell. And there's a crucifix in it.
Katherine: You were so terrified, it was so sweet.::Armand: I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. I mean, I walk in the door and there's a woman in my bed!::Katherine: I paid the doorman twenty dollars - twenty dollars, in those days!::Armand: Oh, God. And I thought, "what the hell, let's try it once with a woman and see what those straight guys are raving about."
Albert: Don't give me that tone!::Armand: What tone?::Albert: That sarcastic contemptuous tone that means you know everything because you're a man, and I know nothing because I'm a woman.::Armand: You're not a woman.::Albert: Oh, you bastard!
Silently brimmming with expectation
I humbly carry your torch as i go
Keeping you with me
Inside my thoughts now
Brings doubts fro the future
There were none before
Feelings like these
Should be measured iby degrees
I keep my heart pinned to my sleeve
So i can see just where it is
I keep my eyes safe in my mouth
So i can see the words
People will watch when they
Think they see horror
The most fatal wounds
Are those not visible
Translucent feelings
How can one measure
How can we gauge
What we can't even see
Så nära ligger sömnen
under alla täcken sval
svept och gömd i filtar
plast, nylon, cellofan
Min mun vid termometern
fuskar Mig febersvag
& det känns som om
Jag glömt någonting kvar?
Jag tappar mina kläder
Jag tappar värmen
grad för grad
Nu skakar Mina händer
värre varje dag
som cesium & syre
brinner Jag alldeles klart
& det känns som om
Jag glömt någonting kvar?
Refr:
Hon är vaken
Jag vet att hon är vaken
Jag är vaken
Hon vet att Jag är vaken
Vi är vakna
Visst syns det att Vi
vaknat nyss
och väntar?
Så nära känner lukten
nu kan Jag slappna av
& utanför på trappan
får frosten Dig att tappa tag
Det har hunnit bli oktober
nu fryser gräset & går av
& Jag hatar allt
som böjs & går av
Refr.
Tänk om Jag har fel