tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583431.post8887784165467366292..comments2023-10-08T02:36:50.875-06:00Comments on Eureka Ideas Unlimited: Trying to Supply Some Common SenseAnthropositorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16177753166841748609noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583431.post-20215302617516508592007-06-28T09:17:00.000-06:002007-06-28T09:17:00.000-06:00...I am rested now. I can't believe the typos and......I am rested now. I can't believe the typos and misspellings I make when I am over-tired.<BR/><BR/>I did however discover how to identify what post a comment was posted to. Duh, how simple was that? One click of the mouse.Anthropositorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16177753166841748609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583431.post-88000142288379350042007-06-28T02:37:00.000-06:002007-06-28T02:37:00.000-06:00My boy,How delightful of you to drop in on me! Pr...My boy,<BR/>How delightful of you to drop in on me! Pretty hard to argue with the notion that my memory could be a little garbled since I been doing some remodeling in the gray matter for the last two years. Even without the repair work, memory is a fairly fluid thing, not cast in granite.<BR/><BR/>I certainly wasn't in the classroom, and I am pretty much depending on the memory of those elements you stressed with me. It would be a surprise indeed if our two recollections of these events were identical. What were you? About twelve or thirteen at the time?<BR/><BR/>It is true that when very young I did shine coins with mercury on one or two accasions. No one had taught me not to. And I don't know that you were explicit about the detail of the teacher passing around EIGHT cups of mercury. <BR/><BR/>Nor do I remember hearing about the spill in the classroom. If I had known about the spill, we probably would have had a little discussion about how to properly clean up and make the remaining residues safer.<BR/><BR/>I do recall helping minimally on a few of the minor things in your report. Did I tell you anything about sulpher?<BR/><BR/>My boy, it is after 3AM. I just finished watching a movie Michael called to talk about. It is called Crank. Since you liked Sin city, you too might want to give this one a look. All in all, it was a rip roaring good time. Off to bed for me. I'm sure I will be sleeping like a stone in a few minutes.<BR/><BR/>Later, we must have a ittle dialogue about some substantive problem of intrinsic importance. Can you think of a good one? Or do any of the things here on the blog strike you?<BR/><BR/>I am of course charmed that you would take on a screen name like Little Anthro but don't be surprised if I use your real nickname.<BR/><BR/>Love, DadAnthropositorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16177753166841748609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38583431.post-33570645234282126092007-06-27T19:56:00.000-06:002007-06-27T19:56:00.000-06:00Your memory is a little garbled dad. You used to ...Your memory is a little garbled dad. You used to shine dimes with mercury when you were a kid. My science teacher actually was passing around mercury for the whole class to touch. I felt like I had to say something. And after the eighth cup of mercury that he was passing around was dropped and scattered across the room I expressed my concern and went home that day and wrote a report on the dangers of mercury, and ways to clean up spills. (A report you helped me with.)<BR/><BR/>And by the way, I was only ever after the A- anyway.littleanthrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05537796028917967511noreply@blogger.com