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lsandersonCarrying boxes at Rachael's reminded me of:
1. Carried welding cylinders by hand up x numbers of floors at a construction site in a burb of Munich.
2. Fetched beers and shots for the welders at a constuction site in a burb of Munich (also by hand but much easier to carry).
3. Made aqua regia and dissolved a chunk of gold wire in it at the Max Planck Institute in Munich.
4. Shown how to run an Phillips electron microscope at the Max Planck Institute in Munich.
5. Caught ten walleye pike in ten minutes on a creek off Reed Lake in the wilds o' Canada.
6. Shopped for and bought the most ridiculous looking large hook for fishing in Reed Lake in the wilds o' Canada. It was red and white with silver glitter.
7. After trolling for part of the morning, stopped the boat, put the huge hook on my line, cast it out to general derision, and said, "Oh yeah, watch!" --- and hauled in a large northern pike on the first cast.
8. Worked as a TA or GA for three years in the English Department at NDSU.
9. Missed the boat to Heraclion and so took the boat to Chania and hitched the way back to Heraclion.
10. Spent a night in the caves of Matala, Greece (Crete) with a case of food poisoning, and later spent time with relatives in Motala, Sweden (no cave, without the food poisoning).
Oops, I just thought of more:
11. Spent a night in a gypsy tent -- although I no longer remember if this was going from Corflu to Athens of from Athens to Munich. I was convinced I would wake up missing my watch, an early electric, which the guy kept trying to buy from me.
12. Translated from Greek using a WWII German Submarine Occupantion Handbook. There were three of us with more languages on Santorini at the old town, which looked like a Fellini set with stairs that went no where and walls, but few standing buildings. We'd been on a black sand beach, and went into the town for something to drink. They seemed to rarely see tourists, and we tried French, Italian, Spanish to no avail. Once they figured one of us knew German, they ran and got the Occupation handbook. After several glasses of wine, it seemed quite simple.
1. Carried welding cylinders by hand up x numbers of floors at a construction site in a burb of Munich.
2. Fetched beers and shots for the welders at a constuction site in a burb of Munich (also by hand but much easier to carry).
3. Made aqua regia and dissolved a chunk of gold wire in it at the Max Planck Institute in Munich.
4. Shown how to run an Phillips electron microscope at the Max Planck Institute in Munich.
5. Caught ten walleye pike in ten minutes on a creek off Reed Lake in the wilds o' Canada.
6. Shopped for and bought the most ridiculous looking large hook for fishing in Reed Lake in the wilds o' Canada. It was red and white with silver glitter.
7. After trolling for part of the morning, stopped the boat, put the huge hook on my line, cast it out to general derision, and said, "Oh yeah, watch!" --- and hauled in a large northern pike on the first cast.
8. Worked as a TA or GA for three years in the English Department at NDSU.
9. Missed the boat to Heraclion and so took the boat to Chania and hitched the way back to Heraclion.
10. Spent a night in the caves of Matala, Greece (Crete) with a case of food poisoning, and later spent time with relatives in Motala, Sweden (no cave, without the food poisoning).
Oops, I just thought of more:
11. Spent a night in a gypsy tent -- although I no longer remember if this was going from Corflu to Athens of from Athens to Munich. I was convinced I would wake up missing my watch, an early electric, which the guy kept trying to buy from me.
12. Translated from Greek using a WWII German Submarine Occupantion Handbook. There were three of us with more languages on Santorini at the old town, which looked like a Fellini set with stairs that went no where and walls, but few standing buildings. We'd been on a black sand beach, and went into the town for something to drink. They seemed to rarely see tourists, and we tried French, Italian, Spanish to no avail. Once they figured one of us knew German, they ran and got the Occupation handbook. After several glasses of wine, it seemed quite simple.
