preparing for halowe’en
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high stress relief
 eric suggested that deb and i go fly a kite. good thing he let us
know he was planning to be there too. he had bought so many that he couldn’t
keep them all in the air by himself. he also bought a cool digital camera,
which is how you get to see this. |
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kite flying is a demanding hobby.
we were this busy for almost three hours! | |
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this is the picture michelle took of our view looking up. my kite is the white
dragon, which was actually irridescent when the sun was behind it. it reminded
me of a flaming fuel leak on the side of a space shuttle.deb was flying
the colored dragon, and the one trying to tangle our strings is eric’s kite...although michelle
took this picture close to us, it’s just not quite what i was seeing
from my vantage point. |
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there you go. much better. this is more what i
was seeing.
notice the 23 degree rotational shift? i knew you would. now you know why i bought photoshop. | |
petey was also there.  |
don’t let his casual appearance fool you. this kite was the hardest of all to keep aloft,
out of all the ones eric owns. this kite is a regular polygon
that moves like the wi—like that bit from the movie tron, or like that tag-a-long ufo from
the movie close encounters, or the smallest mushroom from the
nutcracker’s sugar plum dance in fantasia—it bobs and weaves all over
the place. pete had to relocate constantly just to keep it off the grass. | |
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deb gave the string to pete real soon after she played with this kite,
and your humble narrator never tried that exercise machine at all.i was just
too busy with my irridiscent dragon, and admiring all the others’ hard work. | ||
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the guy eric bought his kites from had a kite with 300 pounds of lift.
“what for,” you ask? he also had the mother of all a windsocks, a kite as big
as a house. | ||
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see that little windsock attached to the top kite? the small windsock
was six feet long. the big one could have swallowed a small plane.
fortunately, it didn’t seem hungry. it just turned slowly on its line,
having a languid day. | ||
the cheese stands alone
TO: Mark Gadzikowski Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1998 12:28:09 -0700 > I called Dean at Gigalabs today > and his message says that Gigalabs > is no longer operational.
bibiography...
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