1 hour ago, GammaGlobulin said:

 

In Asia, I shower in the evenings before bed.

In America, I shower in the mornings before breakfast.

 

In Asia, I have soup after the main course.

In America, we have soup before the main course.

 

Maybe, it might be interesting to wear spectacles that would reverse colors

 

Or, we might wish to mount clocks on walls which would move anti-clockwise.

 

Anyway, I really like to watch the woman in this video riding her bike.

 

Some girls who love to ride bikes have a secret smile while riding.

 

 

I shower when I feel grungy enough to warrant it.

As for women riding bikes, this is my favorite.

Extra points if you can tell me which theme park the Dorchester is close to. Hint: It's in Oz, not London.

 

6 hours ago, GammaGlobulin said:

 

 

b.  Why is it that when I am in the Northern hemisphere the water going down the drain spins in one direction, clockwise, while in the Southern hemisphere, the water disappears down the drain with an anti-clockwise rotation?

 

 

I assume you actually know this answer. Consider lines of force on a spinning sphere. Get a top, make it spin, then spray colored water above and below its equator. See the lines the ink leaves. Then imagine yourself standing atop the top, and absent gravity, then standing on the bottom of the top looking up. Note the direction of the flow top and bottom.

 

If you want perpetual curiosity and sporadic impishness, then you would like to be, or have been, Richard Feynman.

 

His brilliance and curiosity are well known, but did you know he used to sit on the roof of a building at Caltech, buck naked, and play the bongos?  That might qualify as impish. He was also the sort of man who had the kind of passions that would find joy in the agogos of Walking Street in Pattaya or Nana Plaza in Bangkok.

 

Sadly, longevity wasn't to be for him, nor he for us. Cancer took him relatively young.

On 10/21/2022 at 6:37 PM, Walker88 said:

I assume you actually know this answer. Consider lines of force on a spinning sphere. Get a top, make it spin, then spray colored water above and below its equator. See the lines the ink leaves. Then imagine yourself standing atop the top, and absent gravity, then standing on the bottom of the top looking up. Note the direction of the flow top and bottom.

 

If you want perpetual curiosity and sporadic impishness, then you would like to be, or have been, Richard Feynman.

 

His brilliance and curiosity are well known, but did you know he used to sit on the roof of a building at Caltech, buck naked, and play the bongos?  That might qualify as impish. He was also the sort of man who had the kind of passions that would find joy in the agogos of Walking Street in Pattaya or Nana Plaza in Bangkok.

 

Sadly, longevity wasn't to be for him, nor he for us. Cancer took him relatively young.

Thank you, sincerely, for this comment.  It's all about impishness and finding a reason to live, maybe?

 

Naked on the bongos, you say?  Wonderful story...

 

Interestingly enough, it was not only Feynman who had this type of priceless proclivity for the unusual.  There was Edvard Munch, and there was...

 

Rostropovich...

 

 

Besides Feynman...

 

 

 

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