I have advice for the young at heart that is so advice-y that I don't even know what it means.
Just accept that you are still learning and that will excusez-vous a lot of mistakes. Especially if you tend to learn by making mistakes. Accept that learning is expensive and that excuses a lot of expensive mistakes while opening the possibility for you to buy anything that you want, from hang glider to van to art materials, what have you, by saying, "Well, college cost a lot more than this." Boom. Now you can buy anything.
Goes like this, youngsters:
I must have read dozens of pages on polyanthus, primula, and primrose plants, nay, scores of pages on them. Why do they takes so doggone long to germinate? How can it be, when they are so tiny? And now at a month of this, watching the trays, planting them incrementally, reading what I encounter, multiple purchases, finally I read where they germinate at low temperature, lower than regular room temperature, and if it is warmer then they will not germinate. I was doing exactly the wrong thing by giving them heat for a full month, with an extremely low germination rate. And that whole month of polyanthus-related reading and procuring and planting activity, observing, hoping, and tender attention and daily care must be filed in "oh well, live and learn" category, the catch basin for so very much, while corrective action is initiated and recovery actions are planned and the mistake is turned over to the past. Ce est la vie. Est-ce pas, mon ami?
Then a decade from now or maybe next week, no wait, this already happened, I am remembering it again, not thinking it up, a guy will ask you point blank, "How do you know so much about plants?" And you honestly do not know, honestly do not think that you do know a lot about plants, so you say that. And they go, "But you knew about tree being a vine that strangling the tree and used its shape as armature."
"Uh."
"And you knew the difference between broad-leaf philodendrons and broad-leaf hosta."
"Uh."
"And you noticed some of these plants are vegetables and their produce is hidden."
"Uh. From crosswords. I don't know. Things connect. I paid attention when old people talked. My landlord told me about the vine and how they're taking over the whole yard. I read a book suggested on the pinterest page of the guy who owns this place. I know who inspired his thinking."
Last night's episode of The Big Bang Theory was a rerun that must go pretty far back. I say that because Leonard and Penny are well broken up and they go out on a "date" but only as friends. Hilarity ensues.
Hilarity. And a good helping of candor-as-truthy-revenge because they speak frankly to one another about a normally unspeakable aspect of a romantic relationship, namely, the businesslike exchange of scarce resources. Money. Sex.
Okay. Okay. I have to admit it was a bit off-putting to have that standard SitCom trope lurking in the background. Will they ever get back together again? I've found it helps to think of that phenomenon as a mashup of Death of a Salesman and Groundhog Day.
I'm not explaining that. Either you get it or you don't.
The other half of the episode was Sheldon's neurotic fear of birds. More hilarity ensuing hilariously.
But there's a little bit of Sheldon Cooper in us all and I'm no exception. Throughout the episode they kept referring to the bird as a blue jay. I have only the most basic understanding of birds but even I knew there was absolutely no way that was a blue jay.
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I have advice for the young at heart that is so advice-y that I don't even know what it means.
Just accept that you are still learning and that will excusez-vous a lot of mistakes. Especially if you tend to learn by making mistakes. Accept that learning is expensive and that excuses a lot of expensive mistakes while opening the possibility for you to buy anything that you want, from hang glider to van to art materials, what have you, by saying, "Well, college cost a lot more than this." Boom. Now you can buy anything.
Goes like this, youngsters:
I must have read dozens of pages on polyanthus, primula, and primrose plants, nay, scores of pages on them. Why do they takes so doggone long to germinate? How can it be, when they are so tiny? And now at a month of this, watching the trays, planting them incrementally, reading what I encounter, multiple purchases, finally I read where they germinate at low temperature, lower than regular room temperature, and if it is warmer then they will not germinate. I was doing exactly the wrong thing by giving them heat for a full month, with an extremely low germination rate. And that whole month of polyanthus-related reading and procuring and planting activity, observing, hoping, and tender attention and daily care must be filed in "oh well, live and learn" category, the catch basin for so very much, while corrective action is initiated and recovery actions are planned and the mistake is turned over to the past. Ce est la vie. Est-ce pas, mon ami?
Then a decade from now or maybe next week, no wait, this already happened, I am remembering it again, not thinking it up, a guy will ask you point blank, "How do you know so much about plants?" And you honestly do not know, honestly do not think that you do know a lot about plants, so you say that. And they go, "But you knew about tree being a vine that strangling the tree and used its shape as armature."
"Uh."
"And you knew the difference between broad-leaf philodendrons and broad-leaf hosta."
"Uh."
"And you noticed some of these plants are vegetables and their produce is hidden."
"Uh. From crosswords. I don't know. Things connect. I paid attention when old people talked. My landlord told me about the vine and how they're taking over the whole yard. I read a book suggested on the pinterest page of the guy who owns this place. I know who inspired his thinking."
And, of course, by mistakes.
Hundreds of those.
Now that you mentioned that I forgot I have scores of flowers... a particular kind that seems to bloom year round in Florida.
I've meant to put some up and forgot.
Last night's episode of The Big Bang Theory was a rerun that must go pretty far back. I say that because Leonard and Penny are well broken up and they go out on a "date" but only as friends. Hilarity ensues.
Hilarity. And a good helping of candor-as-truthy-revenge because they speak frankly to one another about a normally unspeakable aspect of a romantic relationship, namely, the businesslike exchange of scarce resources. Money. Sex.
Okay. Okay. I have to admit it was a bit off-putting to have that standard SitCom trope lurking in the background. Will they ever get back together again? I've found it helps to think of that phenomenon as a mashup of Death of a Salesman and Groundhog Day.
I'm not explaining that. Either you get it or you don't.
The other half of the episode was Sheldon's neurotic fear of birds. More hilarity ensuing hilariously.
But there's a little bit of Sheldon Cooper in us all and I'm no exception. Throughout the episode they kept referring to the bird as a blue jay. I have only the most basic understanding of birds but even I knew there was absolutely no way that was a blue jay.
Bugged the living hell out of me.
I like TFF. Tho - I prefer Roland to Kurt.
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