Sometimes the truncated icosidodecahedron (great rhombicosidodecahedron), the elongated square gyrobicupola (or pseudo-rhombicuboctahedron) and the thoughts of Branko Grünbaum need to be rounded off with some good harp playin'. Woo-hoo!
From a cold and broken Darth A Harp On Hallelujah?
One of my favorite photos that's turned into a mental image now I hold of my dad shows him standing in the back yard dressed in Wrangler jeans and a tee shirt, playing his harmonica for the birds. He was a professional man, a dentist who wore a suit coat and tie to the office and on Sunday, but he'd put on jeans and a plaid shirt to do yard work on Saturday and we'd hang around outdoors with him.
Not that it's a great feat, but I learned how to whistle to the cardinals and talk to the chickadees from him and it's fun to this day to hear them respond when I whistle or call. He also showed me how to stand still at the bird feeder with sunflower seeds in my hand and wait for a chickadee to land. I had to wait a long time, but can still remember the how light and wonderful it felt when one did.
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That was cool, Sixty. Though I'll have to think on its relevance to 'Archimedean solids' as to our mercurial searches lead us these days.
Sometimes the truncated icosidodecahedron (great rhombicosidodecahedron), the elongated square gyrobicupola (or pseudo-rhombicuboctahedron) and the thoughts of Branko Grünbaum need to be rounded off with some good harp playin'. Woo-hoo!
Inside every villain is a clown just rarin' to pop out...or a frustrated harmonica player...one or the other.
But Not Emmett Kelly!
Inside every villain is a clown just rarin' to pop out;
So on general principles hit every clown in the snout.
ricpic - poet or comedian? Both!
And good it was.
Vader plays the licking stick. Nice.
From a cold and broken Darth
A Harp On Hallelujah?
One of my favorite photos that's turned into a mental image now I hold of my dad shows him standing in the back yard dressed in Wrangler jeans and a tee shirt, playing his harmonica for the birds. He was a professional man, a dentist who wore a suit coat and tie to the office and on Sunday, but he'd put on jeans and a plaid shirt to do yard work on Saturday and we'd hang around outdoors with him.
Not that it's a great feat, but I learned how to whistle to the cardinals and talk to the chickadees from him and it's fun to this day to hear them respond when I whistle or call. He also showed me how to stand still at the bird feeder with sunflower seeds in my hand and wait for a chickadee to land. I had to wait a long time, but can still remember the how light and wonderful it felt when one did.
To have a wild bird alight upon one's person is a great experience. They are very light, and quick, too.
They are very light, and quick, too.
Yes. The embodiment of the phrase, light as a feather!
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