Many years ago when I was a young whippersnapper growing up in Pittsburgh*, I wanted to be a scientist. I loved the imagery of laboratories with colored liquids bubbling in strange glass vessels, of sparks climbing jacob's ladders or zipping from van de Graaf generators, of the whole arcane mystique of science. I eventually matriculated** at Penn State University, where (much to my father's pride) I began my quest to become a chemical engineer.
But then my scholarship crashed on the jagged reefs of differential and integral calculus, sinking all my dreams of cackling hysterically in my vast mountaintop laboratory ...
Sigh.
I thought about this today when I ran across this wonderful sendup of the impossibly complex electrical diagrams that I was never able to understand ...
So, Dear Readers, did you realize your dreams? Are you still working on them? Want to share? Leave a comment, and let's see where we're all going together.
Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.
Bilbo
* As opposed to an old curmudgeon grouching along in Springfield.
** But I had to stop, because I heard I'd go blind if I kept it up.
*** I can now refer to a raspberry as an elongated bilateral labial fricative.
6 comments:
I've had to re-tool mine. Life does that to you.
The reality of things often does not match the dreams.
I wanted at one time to be a Tennessee Titans cheerleader.
Pretty well I did what I planned. Too bad, I think sometimes.
I think that you have chosen a good alternative. You obviously love the nuances of language.
Calculus is too hard for me.
That schematic has to work. It's grounded in holy water.
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