So, a discussion Jennifer and I like to have is if everything in the Bible is to be taken as written, then light must have worked differently before the Flood. I base this on rainbows being a new thing as a symbol of God's promise. So in the pre-Flood world light could not be split? But then how were there any colors? Or if water wasn't able to split light, then how was it different?
It's a fun thing to talk about, at least for us. It's no different than putting yourself in any other fantasy world and arguing the differences in physics.
Which brings me to XKCD's spin-off site "What If?" and more specifically pondering about rainbows in Tatooine.
Now beyond the concept of the what the system looks like, I have to ask, "When does it ever rain on Tatooine to even create a rainbow?"
But then back to my original biblical thought experiment, here's this XKCD strip:
Friday, June 10, 2016
Tuesday, June 07, 2016
My Bike Spoke - And Another Thing...
I think the whole time I was writing yesterday's post, I was close to achieving something. Then like coming up with an insult to the junior high school bully, I came up with the perfect stinger yesterday afternoon.
So think back. Read yesterday's post. Now insert this at the end.
"You could honest say that my bike is now... true blue."
So think back. Read yesterday's post. Now insert this at the end.
"You could honest say that my bike is now... true blue."
Monday, June 06, 2016
My Bike Spoke
So, what do you do when you break a spoke on your bike?
I had been noticing a wiggle in my rear tire. It was most noticeable when I was riding along a linear feature like brick pavers or a stripe. The bike would almost fishtail as the tire stayed in the groove and moved the bike around. So I went to a bike shop and bought a spoke wrench.
I had watched a couple YouTube videos, and repair seemed pretty straightforward. However, while I was working on the adjustments, I found that one of my spokes had come out of the frame at the hub.
Jennifer and I spent Saturday morning at Love Our Neighborhood Day. Then we took a ride to Blue Heron Bikes on Gilman. They didn't have any service reservations available until Thursday. And I'd have to drop my bike off on Wednesday, and then figure out how to get there and back afterwards.
But Yelp to the rescue.
I looked for nearby bike shops, and found Berkeley Bikes & Skateboards. I walked into this little shop, and the guy behind the counter (way behind, he was working in the back) said he could have the work done in two hours, and it was $5 cheaper than what Blue Heron quoted. I kind of had to laugh because he was a little apologetic that a black spoke would cost $2.
So Jennifer and I checked out the Tokyo Fish Market and Gift Shop. Then we walked over to T-Rex for a drink and lunch.
And now my blue-wheeled bike is true.
I had been noticing a wiggle in my rear tire. It was most noticeable when I was riding along a linear feature like brick pavers or a stripe. The bike would almost fishtail as the tire stayed in the groove and moved the bike around. So I went to a bike shop and bought a spoke wrench.
I had watched a couple YouTube videos, and repair seemed pretty straightforward. However, while I was working on the adjustments, I found that one of my spokes had come out of the frame at the hub.
Jennifer and I spent Saturday morning at Love Our Neighborhood Day. Then we took a ride to Blue Heron Bikes on Gilman. They didn't have any service reservations available until Thursday. And I'd have to drop my bike off on Wednesday, and then figure out how to get there and back afterwards.
But Yelp to the rescue.
I looked for nearby bike shops, and found Berkeley Bikes & Skateboards. I walked into this little shop, and the guy behind the counter (way behind, he was working in the back) said he could have the work done in two hours, and it was $5 cheaper than what Blue Heron quoted. I kind of had to laugh because he was a little apologetic that a black spoke would cost $2.
So Jennifer and I checked out the Tokyo Fish Market and Gift Shop. Then we walked over to T-Rex for a drink and lunch.
And now my blue-wheeled bike is true.
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