A cinnamon roll and ice cream

Yep, so I went to choir and met my cousin, then my sister came in, so I met them afterward. We decided to go get ice cream after practice. Our choir decided to provide cinnamon rolls after practice. So we ate both. Mmm. I had a black cherry shake with white chocolate chips mixed in. A little odd, but rather satisfying in the end. It was actually colder in the ice cream shop than it was outside, so we ate under the little umbrella, which very neatly blocked the blinding light of the waning gibbus. It was a fun filled evening and my sister let me try on her new (and free) Salvation Army hat. It's brown.

It's my night to cook

So I was looking back on my blogging history, and I arrived at the realization that I have posted 6 times per month since I started this blog. Except for this month. I have only blogged 5 times, including this one, and I'm still undecided as to whether I should write a second post tonight, for statistics' sake, or whether I should just finish this one up, cook, eat, and go to choir. Maybe I'll post after choir. Interesting things might happen tonight.

The grass is getting appreciably long. It has not been mowed since last Friday. 6 days. I noticed it just today. So it's not "taihen nagasugiru" as my Japanese speaking friends would say. It's just "mijikakunai" now. Too long for croquet, probably too long for bare feet too. I think it would be just right for an outdoor wrestling match. Nice and paddy.

What is with watermelon? It is one of the nastiest American past-times I have ever seen. It's more revolting even than KFC or baseball. I grimace, but you can't see that.

Ahoy, Matey!

I was trying to figure out how far away the horizon is. To make this easier, I decided to make things simple. We'll say that I am on the sea, so that there will be no mountains or valleys. We'll say that I am standing on the deck, which is, let's say, 35 feet above sea level. That makes my eyes 41 feet high. So now how far away am I seeing? My measurements do not help.

So I asked Jeeves if there was an equation to figure it out. He gave me this wonderful tip:
SquareRoot(height above surface / 0.5736) = distance to horizon in miles

Since I am 6'2", the equation equals, oddly enough... Pi. Well, ok. Not really. It does equal 3.14 though. Just don't go any further than the hundredth place.

Now suppose I am still standing on that ship, at 35 feet above sea level. Now the equation equals more than 8 miles! Groovy.

Another mile barefoot

I won the mile race last night. Too bad I was racing 12 and 13 year olds. The guy who came in second had a time of 6:15, so I feel all right about that. I'll never be sure exactly of my time because I started when that kid hit his 200 yard mark. It took me almost two full laps to catch up to him, and then he sprinted better than I did at the end. So he beat me by 100 yards. So I figure I beat him by 100 due to his head start. I ran a good race. If only I had been able to run like that in high school. I could have lettered had I stuck with it. I could have had a silver letter instead of my silly maroon one. But no. I dropped out of both cross country and track after my sophomore year and wasted my potential. Sickening.

This shall suffice for the time being. "That's all there is, there isn't any more."

I'm the Music Man, music you bananas!

Things I don't understand:

(If you have the answers to my queries, please PLEASE comment or email me!!)

1) Where does brown come from? I don't recall seeing that extra 'B' in ROY G. BIV. Is it possible to get brown light through a prism? Probably not. I could be wrong, but it seems to me that brown is a physical impossibility.
2) When you put your finger under the faucet, the water moves toward your finger instead of being pushed away. What gives? I'm sure my finger has more gravitational impact on the water, being more dense, but I'm pretty sure that my finger isn't attracting that water. I should be poking the water away from myself, but instead it just runs down my arm. Why?
3) Why is the guitar the major instrument in every rock band? Are they the most versatile? Does the guitar epitomize beautiful music? How and when did they become so popular, and what did they replace?
4) Call me an idiot, but I can't understand the basic idea of stocks. People decide to say that they have a magical 100,000 "shares" and people buy them, and then sell them to other people, who in turn sell them to someone else. Whoever decided to make and sell stock has just made a profit and it cost nothing. No production, no tangible evidence of a purchase? How does the investor know that it is even worth anything? It's just an imaginary, arbitrary... nothing that people pay for the privelege of saying they have?
5) Where does the idea of Holy Water come from? I have read the Bible cover to cover, and I know that it doesnt say anything about Holy Water. I know that the old pagan customs of Britain and Gaul included sanctifying water and banishing the evil spirits, is it some sort of weird tie-in that the Catholic church used to help ease the transition from paganism to Christianity? Holy Water seems like a pretty... un-Christian concept that Christ never endorsed.

That's all for this time, I'm sure I'll stumble on more enticing conundrums later on.

Oh the pain of accusation

Someone today said "putting down the old blog, eh?" and it dawned on me that I haven't updated nearly as often as I would have liked. I apolagize to all my faithful readers. And for every wrong I've ever done you. I'll try to be better if you promise not to hold any grudges.

And now for some of the meaty goodness. Since I last wrote, I recieved a very important bit of mail. It was a letter from my friend Marc. His advice to me includes "sing a lot and get singing tips." He's a cool guy. I also got an accusatory email from Nic who says that Steve says that I need to write to him. Little does Steve know, I did write to him, just not in time. I'll have to re-write though, because he doesn't know that I'm going to Venezuela. He'll be pleased to hear that.

Speaking of writing to Steve, I need to also write back to Marc, and to Kelv and Kevin and Nate and Cambell and Canada and Scott and My Evil Twin Austin and Ryan and Dan and DT and Anders and American Steve and Phil and Alan and Jeff and Don Griff and Stephen and Chris and Curtis and Alan and Brian and Farook and Ben and Jordan and Jeff and Alan and Stephanie and Eric and Eric and Nick and Jon and Tyler and Tom and Joe and Jason and Bryson. Phew, I sure hope that's everyone. One more letter would kill me, I think.