Balancing Point

There's a wonderful form of art known as Rock Balancing Art, where you, simply, balance rocks on top of each other. It may seem simple but some people have done some rather fantastic things with regards to balancing rocks. One such example is a short film called Balancing Point (watch online), where some guy theatrically knocked down balanced rocks and then reversed the film; the effect is rather uncanny.

Generic Conversations

I've been playing a wonderful conversational game of late, having generic conversations. The game works a little like this, instead of having an actual conversation, you express the generic underlying conversation or make vague, general statements. It's a little hard to grasp from that description, so here's an example.

A: Statement of inquiry.

B: Acknowledgement of inquiry. Vague half-answer meant to divert topic.

A: Statement drawing focus to diversion but accepting it and changing topic.

C: Bold statement regarding new topic meant to draw attention to self.

B: Veiled statement of distaste for forceful interjection. Empty statement to lighten conversation.

A: Witty banter.

C: Short joke that's not very good.

A: Really terribly joke.

B: Statement about a current event.


Of course, this is a poor example because I had to come up with it on my own to illustrate a point. Certainly though, one can use varying levels of vagueness and generality. It's a great deal of fun and can be rather challenging to keep things generic but interesting without repeating oneself or devolving into meaninglessness.

The shoulder story in 4 versions

I present, for your amusement, four different versions of how I dislocated my shoulder: the short version, the ninja version, the timetravel version and the long version.

Short version: I fell mostly off my boat.

Ninja version: I was ambushed by a group of ninjas and, after killing four of them, one landed a hit with a greathammer on my left shoulder. I proceeded to spin around, kick the head off the ninja that hit me and then finished the remaining two off with a punch through both of their chests.

Timetravel version: I came back from the future, hit myself in the shoulder with a wooden bat, said, "You'll thank me later" and returned to the future.

Long version: I was sailing over to Great Harbor with my friend Dave and my brother Joe. We saw Andy Grant out on his houseboat and decided to stop in and say hi. We were tying off my boat to his houseboat and I was getting ready to get off onto Andy's boat. Then my boat shifted underneath me and I lost my balance and fell between my boat and Andy's houseboat. Since I had been trying to keep my balance my arms were out at my sides and my left arm came down across my boat's right hull. So there I was lying, floating in the water thinking, hmm, my arm kind of hurts, oh well and decided it was best to climb out. When I tried to climb out, I realized that my left arm wasn't able to exert any force and hurt when I tried so I mentioned to Dave and Andy that my arm wasn't working quite right and really hurt so I thought that I'd lie in the water a bit. A little more of this and I explained that my arm really hurt, more than anything else in my life ever had but, not really saying it in any more than the tone I'd use if I'd scraped my knee, Dave and Andy figured I was just complaining. Eventually, I got them to haul me out of the water and around that point, we all realized that my shoulder was about four inches below where it ought to be and that something was seriously wrong. So, I sat down at Andy's picnic table and took stock of how much pain I was in and realized that I was starting to go into shock. So, I calmly explained that I was going into shock and asked for a life-jacket to use as a pillow. We then managed to hail someone on a nearby houseboat and borrow a skiff to motor me to shore. Since they'd already called 911, there was a recue crew on shore followed shortly by an Ambulance, which took me to Falmouth Hospital. En route and during my hour and a half wait in the hospital, I was given a few injections of morphine, which did the fantastic job of making my pain only thoroughly unbearable instead of mind-destroyingly overwhelming. Then they gave me anaesthesia and I woke up in a bed with a sling and less pain. Since then the sling has remained and will for another 3 weeks, after which point I will be able to start using my left arm again.

I am Legend

Before ice block sledding last night, Dave and I encountered a bunch of younger folks on the golf course and we were informed that we, "Diesel Dave" and "The Beard Guy", are legends. I have got to say, it's pretty keen to be a legend, even if it's for a bunch of teenagers.

Side note: If you're looking for information on the book I am Legend by Richard Matheson, you should look somewhere else. That having been said, I did intend the reference and highly recommend the book