Wrong... just wrong

Okay, a different bend on philosophy tonight.

A towel. Does it like being wet or dry?

It likes wet: So, it holds on to all moisture as long as possible, and slowly lets go, while cracking as it drys out, faster than a worm on the pavement. But when you get it wet again. Boy, is it happy.

It likes dry: It can't stand being wet. It likes it in a dry heat. Arizona is the place for it. Life in an oven is what it wants. It gets wet and immediately is trying to get back to the state of freedom, without being encumbered by water.

Okay, sad commentary that this is being considered.

As opposed to discussions with my 11 year old on trying to figure out how to make teleportation work. He seems to think he's got the whole conservation of matter solved, by introducing anti-matter in one spot, while creating it in another spot. He is still stuck on that whole "life-force" thing, on how to take that matter that is in-action, and make it move again on the other side.
Never mind the whole, reassembly part. He's got that mastered already, by lasers taking 3-D measurements.

I suppose he'll love Star Trek, if I ever introduce him to it. Or am I just pushing him on that path to geekdom, which he is already meandering on.

Stand back - I'm going to try blogging

Okay, reference to one of my favorite online-comics http://www.xkcd.com/

Now, what to write about in the world. Some people have the knack to write down things and you can hear their voice(s) stating what they write. Their writing matches their flow of thought, and their dynamic essence of speech.

Me? You get poor grammar, spelling, and incomplete thoughts (ohhhh... Spell checker...Nice.. shiny)

What is going on in this bend of reality? The attempt to make life...life again. Remember the exhilaration of riding your bike down the street, and feeling the wind blowing by, the sound of the tires on the street, and even the bugs in your face. How is it that when you get older, all you see are the hazard and drawbacks around it? You chant the mantra of peril at your kids, knowing that is would be what you see know, while riding on the street.

• Wear your helmet.
• Look out for the dog.
• Not so fast.
• Oh, there's sand in the road.
• Look out for the dummies
• Keep your hands on the handles
• Look where you are going not where you have been.

How do you reclaim that innocence? How is riding that bike fun again? Can the sheer joy of riding that bike be recaptured, and experienced all over again? Will it still be the same? Will it be a let down? Or will it just be what the doctor ordered?

Me? I guess I've figuring on how to get on that bike (blast these new fancy-pants hybrid mountain bikes...)

First time for everything

Okay. Welcome to my Blog.

"Insert First Time Blogger entry here"

So I (state your name), do hearby pledge to randomly insert blatherings of what I am thinking, doing, or just not thinking or doing, in no particular order, and make observations about things I either have no qualification to make comments on, or have just felt the need to make a pithy remark, further ostracising myself from the real world.

Oh, by the way, I can't spell, so please please please (let me...sorry Smiths reference) have the spell checker work.

(Note: This took three tries, after figuring out my "text" was turning into HTML code, and hiding itself from the world).