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« on: November 23, 2012, 08:44:54 PM »
In the 2nd grade, wishing to be a sociable-type chap, I arranged to swap vital knowledge with a classmate. Everybody was learning fast -- peeled grapes were not unlike the texture of real human eyes, bats weren't bugs, etc, etc. -- and a collaborative spirit led to an explosive rate of knowledge-transfer that would be thwarted in later grades by the emergence of cliques and hormone-induced subterfuge.
But in these halcyon days, showered in golden rays of sunshine with nary pube nor pockmark in sight, the reigning egalitarian spirit made me feel no shame in sharing a most prized knowledge-jewel, an experimental result that none of my later "advanced" schooling ever managed to top: In the playground, commiserating over freshly laid cedar chips, I informed my classmate that the curvature of our newly installed desks defined a particular parabolic segment, surely well known to the Greeks and other ancient cultures versed in in the twin pillars of geometry and pederasty, that, in the middle of class, in full view of teacher and classmate alike, one could hump away to one's full pencil-dicked content, all the while multitasking and learning about dinosaurs or red-haired moppets with cruel siblings or other dinosaurs or whatever happened in that grade. Yes, I had Dov Charney's interviewing technique down pat (heh) by the age of whatthefuckever. And I wanted the world to know.
No embarrassment came my way from this sharing, but I also never became ths star player of any of our competitive hockey teams, so perhaps a correlation can be drawn there.
And in return? My classmate -- I remember clearly -- told me that boogers were good to eat.
As I age, I try to keep these memories fresh, a reminder that every day can be a buffet of ideas, just waiting to be sampled!
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