Fingernail
I passed not only the writing test but the math and statistics tests as well. Thus I am judged worthy to continue my edumacation in the art of bizness. I purchased school books today and wandered around the campus until I located the offices of my favorite college radio station KUSF 90.3. They were out to lunch.
I spent yesterday working on my jalopy of a bicycle. I think by virtue of its age and continuing useability it has earned both a gender and a name by this point, so I hereby christen "her" the "Grey Wind" (apologies to Anne C. for blatantly ripping off the name of her old car). I started to put new brake pads on the Grey Wind when I noticed that the front wheel rim was no longer straight, and after a few attempts at truing it with the spoke tool I recognized that the time had come to completely redo the spokes. Taking the wheel apart, inspecting the rim, spokes and threads and carefully reassembling it took the better part of the afternoon. The front rim has a significant dent in it that can't be removed while the rear rim trued rather nicely. The new pads went on without difficulty and all was well, that is until later when I decided to show Elise my clever new storage technique for the bike and somehow managed to PUNCTURE MY FINGERNAIL with the front gear. I would post a picture of the damage but it really doesn't look like much after cleaning it, certainly not enough to indicate how disturbing and painful it is to have a PUNCTURED FINGERNAIL. At least the throbbing has subsided.
Weird deja vu event of the day: while in the bookstore I spied a book which is required reading for one of my future classes, "The Visual Display of Quantitative Information" by Edward R. Tufte. The last time I saw this book was about five years ago when my roommate Bill Press lent it to me because he thought I would find it interesting, which I did.
Behold! It really was quite painful, I assure you.
I spent yesterday working on my jalopy of a bicycle. I think by virtue of its age and continuing useability it has earned both a gender and a name by this point, so I hereby christen "her" the "Grey Wind" (apologies to Anne C. for blatantly ripping off the name of her old car). I started to put new brake pads on the Grey Wind when I noticed that the front wheel rim was no longer straight, and after a few attempts at truing it with the spoke tool I recognized that the time had come to completely redo the spokes. Taking the wheel apart, inspecting the rim, spokes and threads and carefully reassembling it took the better part of the afternoon. The front rim has a significant dent in it that can't be removed while the rear rim trued rather nicely. The new pads went on without difficulty and all was well, that is until later when I decided to show Elise my clever new storage technique for the bike and somehow managed to PUNCTURE MY FINGERNAIL with the front gear. I would post a picture of the damage but it really doesn't look like much after cleaning it, certainly not enough to indicate how disturbing and painful it is to have a PUNCTURED FINGERNAIL. At least the throbbing has subsided.
Weird deja vu event of the day: while in the bookstore I spied a book which is required reading for one of my future classes, "The Visual Display of Quantitative Information" by Edward R. Tufte. The last time I saw this book was about five years ago when my roommate Bill Press lent it to me because he thought I would find it interesting, which I did.
Behold! It really was quite painful, I assure you.
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