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Well, here we are again with my favorite aphorism: “It’s the assumptions you don’t know you’re making that do you the most harm.”
That gem was distilled down from a whole paragraph that Douglas Adams (usually more succinct when it came to brilliant observation) wrote in his book “Last Chance To See”. I don’t know if the book is still in print. But if you find any in a book store, buy a few of them. Read one of them, and then you’ll be glad to have the others to loan and give as gifts. That’s my advice. The book’s a little dated. Some of the creatures that Douglas and Mark Carwardine went to see are no longer extant- White Rhinos, for instance. Yangtse Dolphins for another. But the point remains that the book is entertaining, informative and as with any of Douglas Adams’ writing- hilarious.
Remember when digital cameras were pretty new? 4 Megapixels and the like. You’d push the button and it’d be a second before it’d take the photo. That’s fine for the family of twelve who are photographing themselves with MeeMaw’s new Nikon, blocking the view off the rim of the Grand Canyon. But you try to station someone at the bottom of a waterfall you’re about to kayak over. You wind up with a lot of photos of a waterfall, with an occasional blip of color at the bottom edge which may or may not be the very tippy bit of the stern of your boat. Same problem with bicycles, and that’s during the daytime. Nighttime? You’d better have read up or watched some YouTubes talking about how to make it work.
My wife’s something of a photographer now… she doesn’t do action shots. Quite the reverse. She sorta specialized in cemetery sculpture for the longest while. Not a lot of fast-twitch muscles involved in getting those shots.
How many expert problem solvers would be so happy to have solved a couple of problems by not solving them? It’s an art of some kind, I’m sure.
Broken Bones Heal and Chicks Dig Scars. Isn’t that the old adage? I remember being a kid so long ago that we had the big G.I. Joe dolls that had dog tags, fuzzy-wuzzy hair, and those weird pre-KungFu grip hands that were supposed to hold a rifle, but looked really stupid. They had scars down one cheek. Everyone my age secretly wanted to have a bike wreck SO bad that you’d get a cool scar like that. Plus, y’know, if it was from a bike wreck, it wouldn’t actually be your fault, so you wouldn’t be in trouble so much and you’d still have the cool scar.
I get tickled thinking about a bunch of keyed up adults, showing off their new toys on the drive and POW! After the first paintball goes off, and everyone’s had a nice laugh, and the adrenaline starts to sour in their bloodstreams… then the second shot, then the mayhem.
