My hands smelled like rubber bands for most of the day courtesy of my handling quite a few while at work this morning. To go along with the theory that smell triggers memories more readily than any other sense, the scent brought back memories of third and fourth grade. Living at the tip of the Olympic Peninsula - where the weather is notoriously poor - meant that there were numerous times during the year when our recess from class was confined to the school's gymnasium.
However, rather than pursue the standard activities of tag, jump rope, or general gossip, my group of friends tried something a little more creative. We collected heavy-duty paper clips whenever they came our way, stretched them out, and hooked the ends of a broken rubber band to either side. This created a kind of make-shift bow, and we used the sharpened stubs of leftover pencils to shoot at one another. They didn't have much range, but it was easy to tell if you were hit with one of the projectiles - especially if one of the points punctured your skin. After thirty minutes of that, it's probably no surprise that our hands all smelled of rubber bands.
My family moved to another city while I was in fifth grade and I haven't shot any pencils since then. I did try a few other experiments after that, which resulted in paper clip "poppers" that fascinated
trinajo's nephew during my visit to Calgary as well as Kyo Wook and Jung Ah while we were still meeting together. Maybe I should have taken up archery as a childhood activity? It couldn't have been any worse than my attempt at basketball in elementary school.
However, rather than pursue the standard activities of tag, jump rope, or general gossip, my group of friends tried something a little more creative. We collected heavy-duty paper clips whenever they came our way, stretched them out, and hooked the ends of a broken rubber band to either side. This created a kind of make-shift bow, and we used the sharpened stubs of leftover pencils to shoot at one another. They didn't have much range, but it was easy to tell if you were hit with one of the projectiles - especially if one of the points punctured your skin. After thirty minutes of that, it's probably no surprise that our hands all smelled of rubber bands.
My family moved to another city while I was in fifth grade and I haven't shot any pencils since then. I did try a few other experiments after that, which resulted in paper clip "poppers" that fascinated
trinajo's nephew during my visit to Calgary as well as Kyo Wook and Jung Ah while we were still meeting together. Maybe I should have taken up archery as a childhood activity? It couldn't have been any worse than my attempt at basketball in elementary school.- on écoute :széki kurva ... "the stars are shining [radio edit]"
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Another little evidence that you are obsessed with things you should be.;)
By the way, my brother says that Balkan Express is way better than The Stars Are Shining.
I take it Széki Kurva are a Hungarian group then, which is a little odd - the track comes from a compilation of Balkans music published by Médecins Sans Frontières and the liner notes say, "Greek bouzouki sample loops over a hardcore techno breakbeats with Essex-accented Serbo-Croat vocals from London's finest Gypsy Band." This makes me think of a Star Trek misquote -- "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor ... not a music critic!"
I was tempted to ask you about picking up some Hungarian music while you were back home, but you have so many other things to worry about that I figured it would be too much of a bother.
You didn't know the word 'kurva'??? It means 'whore' in Hungarian, but can be used for sluts too. A very useful, commonly used word, you know.;)
What kind of music are you interested in? What are you exactly looking for? Depending on the type it may be hassle-free.
I'd never seen the word 'kurva' before - and it's not like I go out of my way to learn all the less polite words in various languages across the world. I know a few things in French, but how else am I supposed to express my feelings during football games? =P
Most everything that I've heard from Hungary has been electronic music. If given a choice I'd be interested in checking out an album from Karányi ("Digitial Digital"), but I don't know how expensive CDs are over there. Plus, you don't have my address! ;)
Listen, mystery man!:P If you don't want to reveal your address, you can buy the tracks on-line here:
http://zenearuhaz.t-online.hu/index.php?m=info&albumid=1182&sp=141&sty=156
If you decide to be less mysterious, I can look around and try to find a real copy of the album.;)
and sidney is doing great!! he'll be ten this summer. as sweet as always--he means so much to me and is such a positive in my life. so full of love, my boy.
thanks for asking, paul!
He's such a wonderful individual - friendly, inquisitive, and with a great sense of humour (which he no doubt gets from his aunt). I'm glad to have met him!