Today, while waiting at a traffic light on my way to lunch, I noticed that the guy standing next to me was holding a large hourglass. He wore no wristwatch.
But then, as we were crossing the street, I looked up from the hourglass just in time to notice that the guy coming from the other direction was wearing an imitation colonial-era pith helmet.
Huh.
I wish strange, amusing things like this happened to me every day.
And they say scientists are dull.
I just wandered over from reading Walter’s blog about a Japanese movie about dressing up, and now this. Perhaps Los Alamos is as strange as Japanese cinema.
If I had been on the ball, I would have asked the hourglass guy for the time. Sigh.
Shame on you, for not being on the ball.
And I take the pith helmet as a sign from the Atomic Gods that we shall go hunting in Montreal. You know our prey.
I can hear you tamping shot into your blunderbuss as I type this. I will be sure to pack my net and spear.
Perhaps we can practice on black bears when we’re up in Taos.
The black bears will be child’s play compared to the true beasts we seek.
That’s true. Black bears don’t have thumbs.