I try not to have philosophical conversations/monologues/rants on the Longbow blog. This is in part because I don’t want to bore you, but even more so because my mood is so often reflected in my dialogues (at least to me), and then I look back on old post and think, “Man I was having a bad week.”
I keep making resolves not to expound about my personal thoughts, likes, and philosophies I’m just really bad at keeping them. Like today an exposition against exposition…nailed it.
I try not to get philosophical here on the Longbow Blog (mostly because I’m afraid I’d just look like a babbling dunce), but today I want to share a question that has been pressing on my mind for some time. Who discovered mushrooms were editable?
Most oddball cuisines- like the snails, sushi, and clams – I understand. Someone was obviously starving and decided, “eh, what’s the worst that could happen?” But we know the worst that can happen when you eat wild mushrooms, they’re not mushrooms but actually toadstools and you die.
Now I understand why you might try some foods that look like they should be deadly. People probably thought cherries were poisonous once upon a time. After all they’re small red fruits, but someone probably saw birds and other tiny critters eating them and thought, “Cool, they’re not dead so I can probably eat them!”
But really who thought to himself, “Well most of these little slimy things that grow in the dark in filth and refuse kill you and some of them just make you hallucinate, but these are slightly different. I think I’ll try some!”
It seems like a recipe for disaster.
I am currently experiencing the sublime ecstasy (well, maybe it’s only extreme joy (well, it’s at least a nice sense of satisfaction)) that I’m sure every woodwind player experiences after getting a new reed.
But this experience is even greater than the usual pleasure of playing with a good reed. Nay, the happiness is heightened by the horrible shape of my old reeds (they were grey and bent in half). They were so bad I had to play with them for half an hour before I could play the set right. These new reeds are better in every way. They have better sound, better control…they even taste better.
You know you’ve been in college too long when you take into account how likely it is your teacher will be late for your class when determining when you need to start heading for school. For example my Digital Media teacher is always at least five minutes late because he’s helping students from his previous class. This means I have a five minute grace window before class, but my Machine Learning Professor is never late so I have to be in class precisely on time.
In case you’re wondering it was my Machine Learning class that sparked this bit of introspection, and no, I was not late. I was in class precisely on time.
Today Nicholas sent me this text… 
Here’s a bigger version of the picture.
Oh and Nicholas acknowledged that he used the wrong “here.” It’s causing him great distress.
I went to sign in to my WordPress account just now and wrote my password in my username, then I wrote my last name as my password, and just look at how I spelled the title! (I know it’s actually spelled panyck).
I can’t focus on anything right now. My problem is somebody broke the coffee carafe and now I experiencing serious coffee withdrawal. Nobody knows who broke the carafe either, we found it sitting in the coffee maker leaking the fresh pot of coffee. Someone must have slammed the delicate coffee dish on the counter too and cracked it. I haven’t had a cup of java in hours. I can’t think. I can’t type. I must find the man who broke the coffee carafe and make them pay…or just buy a fifteen dollar coffee maker from Walmart. Yeah, that sounds much more sane
My mother is an avid sewer and like most seamstresses she has a small collection of fabric for future projects. So when we recently redecorated her room we added a nice little shelf for her fabric. A twelve square foot shelf.
After we were done Mom began sorting her fabric onto the shelf. She was going to take a picture of the shelf to send to her friends in Ohio. She said she was trying to find the balance between having an insane amount of fabric on the shelf and having so little that it was clear she wasn’t showing her whole stash because she didn’t want to show that she had an insane amount of fabric.
Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture when this balance was achieved so instead you can see her entire -neatly organized- collection.
I collect bottle caps and so do the little boys and Veronica. Today Veronica told me she was running a special deal at Veronica’s bottle cap shop. “Buy one for free and get one free!”
How can you refuse a deal like that?
I wore a black suit to school today with a bright blue shirt and vivid yellow tie. Of course I also wore my favorite hat (a straw fedora I have been told is brown). I was walking across campus when I noticed a group of grade schoolers being given a tour of Florida Poly (I couldn’t really have missed them there were three tour guides and over a hundred children). My head was down as there was wind and I was taking care not to lose my hat to the lake again, but I noticed a boy ahead of me waving excitedly at me. As I walked by I nodded to the young man. He ceased waving as if shocked. “Oh my gosh!” he shouted to his friends. “He even moves his head super cool!”
So there you have it. I have the awesome skill of moving my head super cool. I didn’t even know that was a thing!
Anyone remember these guys? They were called Throwbots, or Slizers in Europe.
They are without doubt my favorite of the Technique robot figures from Lego. Maybe this is because they were the first set we owned when I was little, but I really don’t think so. I think they were just the most innovative and creative. Not only do they all look cool and are all composed of the same type of pieces, but they also have great boxes/ships they fold up into. These boxes even store their throwing disks! Despite their similarities they are all completely unique.
My favorite is Turbo (also called City in Europe). He’s the light green car one.
And just in case you haven’t seen enough Throwobot pics…
