Today at work we were trying to hook up a universal remote, and I had put the batteries in and couldn't get it do anything! What a piece of crap, I thought to myself, until my co-worker, after I had walked away, took the batteries out and put them in again, this time CORRECTLY, and got it running no problem.
Sigh.... Not one of my shining moments. See this is why I worry about my son and his science experiments, nay, his very FUTURE, with me as his mother. I am aging, people, I have old fogey eyes, and I get easily distracted by shiny objects. And chocolate. How is he supposed to grow into a genius if I am misplacing all his science tools?
This past weekend we went to the River City Bluegrass Festival (where I got to meet Tim O'Brien, one of the most amazing musicians EVER - but that's a post for another day) in Portland, and it was held at the Convention Center. I took a picture of this big shiny ball, swinging menacingly above our heads, over a map of the planets on the tile floor below.
It was pretty and shiny, and somehow I knew it was Foucault's Pendulum, but don't ask me HOW I knew. I just did. Don't ask me who Foucault is, or why he designed a pendulum, or what it's supposed to measure (the earth's rotation comes to mind), go see for yourself at the Oracle of Wiki. I just took the picture because I thought Suttonhoo would enjoy it. Because she's all smart and stuff. She's probably built one. Or at least knows someone who has.