Late last night, Rocky and I put together the wedding invitations for the seven out-of-town guests…she’s going to mail them today. Yay! We’ll try to get the rest of them printed tonight; hopefully, we’ll get them all sent out by the end of this week.
Okay, this is weird (to me, anyway. Maybe not to a geometry person).
Let’s say I build a compost pile using 8’ wood for the framing. If I make a 4’ x 4’ square, that’s 16 square feet of area. But if I make a 6’ x 2’ rectangle, that’s only 12 square feet…even though the perimeter of the frame is the same length. A 7’ x 1’ frame would have only 7 square feet.
I realize this is probably just basic geometry, but still, it seems weird to me… Anyway, our compost pile is going to be 5’ x 3’.
In Turkey, I wanted to camp for a night, and found this ruined caravanserai off the road, so I rode my motorcycle up to it and set up my tent next to my bike in the ruins. Later that night, I got woken up by lights and voices. It turns out an army patrol had questions about an empty pickup truck that had been parked by the road nearby and was scouting around and found me.
They sent to a nearby village, and found a student who was home for break who spoke English. The student translated for them, telling me that it wasn’t safe for me to be camping wild like that—so we threw my tent and gear into the back of one of the army cars and I followed them to their base, where I set up again on the grounds there.
Next morning, I was invited by the student to have breakfast with his family in the village…it was fantastic. Fresh cheese, vegetables, pickles, bread, olives…a really great meal with the whole family.
Trying to finally get wedding invitations ready for printing, and we want to have a little line on the response card saying “we’re registered at Bed Bath and Beyond” But pretty much every site says “Don’t do that! It’s tacky and poor etiquette! That information gets included in the bridal shower invitation!” And…what if you’re not having a bridal shower?
I’m usually a big supporter of etiquette, but I’m gonna go with the common sense/most practical thing here and leave it on.
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
El Santo y el aguila real [aka El Santo y la tigresa] (1973) - Got this from Netflix ‘cause I’d never seen a Mexican wrestler movie. This one starred El Santo, probably the most famous of Mexican lucha libre wrestlers. The movie, though, was amazingly campy/horrible. El Santo comes to help a friend’s daughter from unknown people who are trying to kill her. Ridiculous fight scenes, and the animal body count was pretty high (a snake, a horse, a pet cat deliberately poisoned by Santo, and a rooster in a cock fight, plus an eagle that was beaten but survived). The occasional musical or wrestling or fighting interlude couldn’t save it. One star.
Un Chien Andalou (1929) - This was on streaming Netflix, so I made Rocky watch all 15 minutes of it. Surreal, so what can you say, but the imagery was cool (as well as iconic). Five stars.
Shaolin Soccer(2001) - Eh. Way too over the top kung-fu/soccer movie. Funny just because it was so OTT. Two stars. [Netflix]
Operation Condor(1991) - Jeez, why do I keep picking these absurd kung-fu movies? One star.
The Dish (2000) - Watched this on streaming Netflix; I’d seen it before, but a long time ago. A really cute, likable movie. Four stars.
Home Movies (1999-2004) - Fun animated TV show about a young filmmaker. I like it a lot. Four stars.
Man, we got a lot done this weekend! Planted many of our plants in the garden, unpacked a lot of kitchen and bedroom stuff, rearranged the furniture in the dining room, planted more veggies and herbs, went to a wedding in the mountains, went to a birthday party in Boulder, got a bit of a rebate from Home Depot for our washing machine (the price dropped $130 since we bought it! They gave us $50 back, though…), and started our wedding registry at Bed Bath, and Beyond (in two hours of looking, we got only as far as “Beyond”…exhausting! But we found some really cool stuff! Have to see if we get any of it, though…what we don’t get, we’ll need to buy ourselves…but at least we’ll have a good shopping list of what we want).