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over thanksgiving my dad and i drove up chicago to visit my sisters and company. on of the high lights was my nephew telling me i think too much. we had been trading jokes and party tricks (things like walking on your hands, sticking out your tongue and touching you nose, etc) a lot of them were things my grandfather had taught me that i felt i should pass on. well i was telling him the story of my grandfather hitting me with stuff like this all the time and how i stumped him one time. at the time i was in elementary school (as my nephew is now) and i was asked 'if you drop a ton of rocks and a ton of feathers from a plane which would hit the ground first?' gravity is one of the first physics lessons most kids get. instead of just spitting out an answer as he expected i asked for more information. with my grandfather being a smart ass (and thank "bob" i never walked down that path) i had to make sure there were no holes in the question before i answered. so i wanted to know if they were somehow bundled or just loose collections of the items. you can easily have a single rock that ways that much but the feathers were the issue in question. loose the feathers are going to take forever to get unloaded and more importantly they are going to drift. as a child i explained all of this to my grandfather with him expecting there to be holes in the logic but instead when i got done he had all but forgot the question. so i had to explain all of this to my nephew as well as spelling it out that by consider all of the options is how you get working answers. but if you asked my now more than likely i would say "the plane"
in high school i had this friend that several people thought i was dating at different times. we had too much in common to ever date. meaning we were both nuts. she was a good student but a tad on the flakey side (verses i who have always been a lot on the flakey side). as it was she ended up being my date for the senior prom as well as being in the wedding party for my first marriage. [youll hear the end of that story later.] well i think she got the better end of the deal. she went to college and ended up with something like four degrees. seriously. i believe she is currently teaching at a local university. the guy she married is a business lawyer. so now there is part of me that goes 'heh. i went to prom with her' but mostly its more proof that i am in fact a complete fucking idiot. but hey what do i know? yeah not a damn thing. i mean look at our class ranks. in a graduating class of 400+ she was in the top 100 were i was exactly 100 from the bottom. thats an issue i wont be dealing with anytime soon.
also in high school there was this girl who was for all practical purposes an innocent. a cute blonde with a very simple classic look. she didnt try to be something she wasnt. nor did she go for the whole 80s looks. another smart one. and i know i should include this in the other thing but it deserves more than it would get there. anyway in art class senior year she usually sat at the same table as me and steve. in the grand scheme of things this was probably the least safe place in the room for an innocent. steve is of the opinion that i am wrong in this description or over exaggerate but i still stand by it. i think she knew she was and wanted to change it by way of knowledge. she asked a lot of questions that were what i thought were a little simple but showed a lot more thought then i ever put into it. the main one was why. always why. the one that stands out was 'why do you wear combat boots?' i was not sure of the nature of the question and had received enough ridicule because of it so i kind of mumbled and stammered a little bit. steve sees this and explains to me that no she really wants to know. so i stopped and actually thought about it. i found out in those minutes i really didnt have an answer. especially the ones i had on that day (the second to last time i would wear them). my french ones were all well and good but the ones i had on were uncomfortable and though i kind of liked them they were not really interesting in any way. though it was the real answer i dont think i ever brought my self to verbalize that it was because others did. that went against everything i believed in and dammit she unintentionally called me on it. as is prone to happen to conversation went of course pretty quickly but i am still stuck on that. why do i do this or that or anything. someday i am going to track her down and thank her. the off bit to this is the fact that i have something like 50-60 pairs of shows and boots. so for looks some from past jobs some for pure comfort. but all shoes i actually liked when i paid for them. at the very least they served the purpose they were bought for. at some point i will get around to going through them and getting rid of the ones that have no use to me any longer. to those wondering no i am not joking about the quantity (i said quan!). if anything 50-60 is a low estimate. a shoe for every occasion and a bag for every trip
over thanksgiving my dad and i drove up chicago to visit my sisters and company. on of the high lights was my nephew telling me i think too much. we had been trading jokes and party tricks (things like walking on your hands, sticking out your tongue and touching you nose, etc) a lot of them were things my grandfather had taught me that i felt i should pass on. well i was telling him the story of my grandfather hitting me with stuff like this all the time and how i stumped him one time. at the time i was in elementary school (as my nephew is now) and i was asked 'if you drop a ton of rocks and a ton of feathers from a plane which would hit the ground first?' gravity is one of the first physics lessons most kids get. instead of just spitting out an answer as he expected i asked for more information. with my grandfather being a smart ass (and thank "bob" i never walked down that path) i had to make sure there were no holes in the question before i answered. so i wanted to know if they were somehow bundled or just loose collections of the items. you can easily have a single rock that ways that much but the feathers were the issue in question. loose the feathers are going to take forever to get unloaded and more importantly they are going to drift. as a child i explained all of this to my grandfather with him expecting there to be holes in the logic but instead when i got done he had all but forgot the question. so i had to explain all of this to my nephew as well as spelling it out that by consider all of the options is how you get working answers. but if you asked my now more than likely i would say "the plane"
in high school i had this friend that several people thought i was dating at different times. we had too much in common to ever date. meaning we were both nuts. she was a good student but a tad on the flakey side (verses i who have always been a lot on the flakey side). as it was she ended up being my date for the senior prom as well as being in the wedding party for my first marriage. [youll hear the end of that story later.] well i think she got the better end of the deal. she went to college and ended up with something like four degrees. seriously. i believe she is currently teaching at a local university. the guy she married is a business lawyer. so now there is part of me that goes 'heh. i went to prom with her' but mostly its more proof that i am in fact a complete fucking idiot. but hey what do i know? yeah not a damn thing. i mean look at our class ranks. in a graduating class of 400+ she was in the top 100 were i was exactly 100 from the bottom. thats an issue i wont be dealing with anytime soon.
also in high school there was this girl who was for all practical purposes an innocent. a cute blonde with a very simple classic look. she didnt try to be something she wasnt. nor did she go for the whole 80s looks. another smart one. and i know i should include this in the other thing but it deserves more than it would get there. anyway in art class senior year she usually sat at the same table as me and steve. in the grand scheme of things this was probably the least safe place in the room for an innocent. steve is of the opinion that i am wrong in this description or over exaggerate but i still stand by it. i think she knew she was and wanted to change it by way of knowledge. she asked a lot of questions that were what i thought were a little simple but showed a lot more thought then i ever put into it. the main one was why. always why. the one that stands out was 'why do you wear combat boots?' i was not sure of the nature of the question and had received enough ridicule because of it so i kind of mumbled and stammered a little bit. steve sees this and explains to me that no she really wants to know. so i stopped and actually thought about it. i found out in those minutes i really didnt have an answer. especially the ones i had on that day (the second to last time i would wear them). my french ones were all well and good but the ones i had on were uncomfortable and though i kind of liked them they were not really interesting in any way. though it was the real answer i dont think i ever brought my self to verbalize that it was because others did. that went against everything i believed in and dammit she unintentionally called me on it. as is prone to happen to conversation went of course pretty quickly but i am still stuck on that. why do i do this or that or anything. someday i am going to track her down and thank her. the off bit to this is the fact that i have something like 50-60 pairs of shows and boots. so for looks some from past jobs some for pure comfort. but all shoes i actually liked when i paid for them. at the very least they served the purpose they were bought for. at some point i will get around to going through them and getting rid of the ones that have no use to me any longer. to those wondering no i am not joking about the quantity (i said quan!). if anything 50-60 is a low estimate. a shoe for every occasion and a bag for every trip
