Students Invent a Pothole Repair Patch Made from a Non-Newtonian Fluid
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I stumbled onto some genealogical website and punched in my sir name. Apparently my ancestors hail from Burton on Trent which is between Birmingham, Nottingham and Stoke on Trent. Home of Tutbury Castle btw. There’s a little village there called “Barton-under-Needwood” which must be where I get my fondness for strange place names.
KAUAI, THE GARDEN ISLE, BY KIM BUZAN
http://www.fotopedia.com/magazine/stories/0tr2q4GcrCQ/Kauai_the_Garden_Isle_by_Kim_Buzan
http://www.fotopedia.com/magazine/stories/0tr2q4GcrCQ/Kauai_the_Garden_Isle_by_Kim_Buzan
need to come back and make proper notes. Work been sooo busy, JJ sick, cat sick, me at end of patience!
but now I must be off!
I dreamed a very vivid dream last night.
It was about running into a high school friend of mine named Triplett. He was on campus (some campus) and I ran into him at a bike rack where both our bikes were. We talked for a while and then he invited me over. He didn’t look much older than he did in high school, and I remember telling him I saw him once before but couldn’t get his attention. He was apparently living with an Armenian family. (Don’t ask me how I knew that, I don’t speak Armenian.) and I was trying to think of things I’ve done since high school that would be interesting to him. I don’t remember what I came up with. I do know one of us said we were working with the Cesium atom. I don’t think it was me. 🙂
Then it was time to go home and I was directed to a train platform nearby and when they asked me where I lived I said something like South Park, or Southwark. Instead he gives me a ride home in a convertible.
It was about running into a high school friend of mine named Triplett. He was on campus (some campus) and I ran into him at a bike rack where both our bikes were. We talked for a while and then he invited me over. He didn’t look much older than he did in high school, and I remember telling him I saw him once before but couldn’t get his attention. He was apparently living with an Armenian family. (Don’t ask me how I knew that, I don’t speak Armenian.) and I was trying to think of things I’ve done since high school that would be interesting to him. I don’t remember what I came up with. I do know one of us said we were working with the Cesium atom. I don’t think it was me. 🙂
Then it was time to go home and I was directed to a train platform nearby and when they asked me where I lived I said something like South Park, or Southwark. Instead he gives me a ride home in a convertible.