When I could still afford a subscription to Scientific American I used to enjoy going through the table of contents and noting which headlines would've sounded like science fiction a year earlier.
If it's been a while since you read SciAm, don't bother anymore. It's awful. It has this (shudder) "USA Today" feel about it.
In high school I had dreams of eventually earning multiple PhDs. As it worked out, I never finished my BS.
Sigh. Same here.
My second band was called "Jason and the Breakfast Sandwiches Without Ham". We composed a couple of pieces (I think one was called "Penguin Arising from the Depths") and rehearsed a bit but never got out of the dorm.
Gee, that was a blast! (It had to be "Without Ham" because the electric violinist was Muslim.) I wasn't very good, but I played bass. That group of people was fantastic. We really should try for a reunion.
I had a doppelganger in College, except that neither of us (nor any of our friends) thought we looked at all alike. Strangers, acquaintances, and even his professors constantly got us confused. For the first half of my first semester, many people didn't even realize there were two of us. We got some priceless double-takes when people saw us sitting together for the first time. He was the one who gave me the nickname "Moonunit".
I never understood how people mistook you for each other. Can't they tell the difference between a Greek and an Italian?
Hmm. I feel like adding "Me, too!" or slight variations to so many of these entries. Maybe I'll just write my own hundred.
I make an Electric Washtub Bass, a.k.a. Electric Inbindi, and I play it in rock bands and reggae bands. It's fun, audiences like it, and I encourage you to pursue this item your list. I am in the process of posting plans to my website: WheelOfMusic.com/inbindi Happy Tunes, Dave Walley
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If it's been a while since you read SciAm, don't bother anymore. It's awful. It has this (shudder) "USA Today" feel about it.
Sigh. Same here.
Gee, that was a blast! (It had to be "Without Ham" because the electric violinist was Muslim.) I wasn't very good, but I played bass. That group of people was fantastic. We really should try for a reunion.
I never understood how people mistook you for each other. Can't they tell the difference between a Greek and an Italian?
Hmm. I feel like adding "Me, too!" or slight variations to so many of these entries. Maybe I'll just write my own hundred.
Electric Washtub Bass
Happy Tunes,
Dave Walley