Dear Slabby: LRR, your descriptions, are why people ask you questions. Did you know that? I'm serious. Everybody agree?
<<<The surrounding mud would provide overriding mass. What I've seen of plates sinking in viscous material - one edge drops and then a roll of stuff rides over the top, curling under (Like videos of Hawaiian lava).>>>
Really good, man. I think you should give up that foolery of trying to save more wretched rat-chit humans and go into educating and inspiring the ones we're already forced to live with. If they were to get inspired, they would be much more fun to live among. Amongst? And there's nothing preventing it, except a deficiency in the Corpus Core of Inspirers. It's not like it's resources or economics. It's People.
See, we couldn't write a sentence like that, if we weren't serious. Really ~ you give the best and clearest explanations, with the widest variety of appropriate (that's the marvelous part) illustrations drawn from any, any, field of common experience. A Natural Scientist.
Why are you wasting people's time in some worthless medical laboratory? Huh?
Actually, I was going to write about slab foundations/floors, but I think I'll leave this at this, where it belongs.
If people had had more teachers like you, there'd be better, happier, people. Not just more of the assholes.
Teaching and students need you. Really! I know some good teachers. Believe me. They're basically, the best, informed illustrators. As they should be. Rennaisance people. People with interests and sense. And you are too.
I don't know what got me started on this, but I think its just listening to you, hopefully everyday, that does it. Knowing a good place to go, to get things explained.
Uh oh. Salad's gone. It was good. Big yellow melmac bowl with a now rotating, scritchy metal fork. I could scoop the sloppy sheen of dressing out of there with the side of my finger, I could, but I would have to find a place to set the fork. After really cleaning it with my tongue, or the bedsheet, or my tee shirt, because you can't set it on a book of bedspread without high confidence. (I prefer the Roman, reclining dining.) I did eat a lot of delicious salad, though, and so I don't really need to ("want to enough") clean it, so I think I'll let it go.
Even though in the interim here, the solution of holding the fork in my left, bowl-cradling hand has occurred to me, as revelatory, because I realize now I must have been doing it that other, convoluted, clumsy, and risk-frought way, all these 46 minus 5 years.
That's embarrassing to admit. ["You think you can embarrass yourself additionally at DAR?"]
See how just being around you picks up people's comprehension? |
