Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Busting a template
After a gray tense superslippery winter with no
to provide traction, I'm enjoying good old Hoffman Street again. This morning a NON-TEMPLATE event happened. I was clomping along, thinking about dew point vs ambient temperature. Is it possible for ambient to go below dew point? Sure as hell feels like it this morning.
Surprise! The biggest and richest house on Hoffman is clearly occupied but I'd never seen anyone outside. Today a rich-looking FitBitBlonde came out, wearing rich fluorescent Spandex FitBitGear. She walked up the hill for 100 feet then walked back down to the house. Then she ran 100 feet uphill and ran back. Was she walking the dog? No, she was pulling what looked like a leash but there was no dog on the end. Then she came out again without the ?????leash????? and took off running again, this time normally without a turnaround.
What was she doing? Walking a ghost dog that I couldn't see? One of those trick AMAZE YOUR FRIENDS air-leash novelty gadgets? Making some kind of FitBitMeasurement on the pavement before FitBitRunning? Selfie** stick without the cellphone? I'll never know.
Well, that's why life is dynamic. You got your template-verifying events and you got your template-busting events. Can't build new templates without the latter.
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** Vaguely Nabokovian footnote: The proverbial Martian observer, trying to interpret our language and customs without preconceptions, would automatically assume that selfie was an abbreviation for selfone, the gadget that attaches to the selfie stick. Martian would then deduce that selfone was a compound of self and own, because the selfone is clearly the self that owns the other accessory normally attached to the selfone.
to provide traction, I'm enjoying good old Hoffman Street again. This morning a NON-TEMPLATE event happened. I was clomping along, thinking about dew point vs ambient temperature. Is it possible for ambient to go below dew point? Sure as hell feels like it this morning.
Surprise! The biggest and richest house on Hoffman is clearly occupied but I'd never seen anyone outside. Today a rich-looking FitBitBlonde came out, wearing rich fluorescent Spandex FitBitGear. She walked up the hill for 100 feet then walked back down to the house. Then she ran 100 feet uphill and ran back. Was she walking the dog? No, she was pulling what looked like a leash but there was no dog on the end. Then she came out again without the ?????leash????? and took off running again, this time normally without a turnaround.
What was she doing? Walking a ghost dog that I couldn't see? One of those trick AMAZE YOUR FRIENDS air-leash novelty gadgets? Making some kind of FitBitMeasurement on the pavement before FitBitRunning? Selfie** stick without the cellphone? I'll never know.
Well, that's why life is dynamic. You got your template-verifying events and you got your template-busting events. Can't build new templates without the latter.
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** Vaguely Nabokovian footnote: The proverbial Martian observer, trying to interpret our language and customs without preconceptions, would automatically assume that selfie was an abbreviation for selfone, the gadget that attaches to the selfie stick. Martian would then deduce that selfone was a compound of self and own, because the selfone is clearly the self that owns the other accessory normally attached to the selfone.Labels: Heimatkunde, Metrology
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