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恋バナナ
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バナナンクーバー 2012/08/02 23:58:09
Heaven help us!
If a bunch of Japanese women don't know how to solve a household problem, it must be intractable. Stop all work on the damn Higgs boson and put the world's quantum-mechanical eggheads on it!
You know, everything I know about laundry, and various other such practical matters, I (re-)learned from Japanese women.
For example, the mysterious ritual of stretching folding wet clothing *before* hanging it, then folding it for real when it is dry. (In English, when you rehearse something before doing it for real, that is called a "dry run". But this, this is a "wet run"! The "dry run" is the final folding! LOL!) All joking aside, there is a sense in it and so now I do it. The clothes really come out a lot flatter, without ironing. Especially T-shirts.
Oh yes, and the religious use of those zippered mesh bags for delicates. (That can probably prevent this 毛玉 problem, if the susceptible article is individually bagged. Right?)
毛玉 are called "pills" in English. Unwanted fibers sticking out of cloth are called "fuzz". The machines for removing these go by various names: "fabric shaver", "pill shaver", "pill remover", "fuzz shaver", "fuzz remover", ... If you Google for these terms, you can catch photographic glimpses of various models of these machines.
The pill is a lightweight particle that consequently does not require a big, expensive accelerator to produce. The cyclotronic action of a mere household washing machine produces energy levels high enough to bring these particles into existence. This production is hypothesized to occur by the super-imposition of multiple string-like particles, resulting in (ahem!) "quantum entanglement", though this has never been directly observed. The pill is a very stable and long-lived particle. Too long, for some people's tastes.
This winter, a particularly ugly breakout of these particles happened to my knitted hat (polyester or acrylic). While riding the train, I simply cut off the pills with scissors. Cho-kin, cho-kin! I worked fast, and half of them were gone in one train ride. The other half, over the return trip. You have to pull the fabric tight so it doesn't gather between the blades of the scissors, and don't let your mind wander so that you don't accidentally cut it.
L8terz ...
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