Fred Morrison died at age 90.
Fred Morrison and his future wife, Lu, used to toss a tin cake pan on the beach in California. The idea grew as Morrison considered ways to make the cake pans fly better and after serving as a pilot in World War II, Morrison began manufacturing his flying discs, Frisbees, in 1948.
Excerpt from USA Today
A picture of Fred.
Happy guy, I'd bet. And ready for Gort.
I've talked before about my love of contrast. Here's a odd couple: things digital and yeast.
Digital is efficient and fast and relies on 0's and 1's, bread baking is warm and textured and results in ooohs and aaahs. Sort of like saying thank you in an email compared to sending an actual thank you card.
While the binary set and I aren't close friends, I enjoy most things digital. In 1984, my eighth-grade math teacher, Mrs. Wegerer, appointed me President of the Computer Club (which, as I was appointed, and not voted in, I suppose I was more Emperor of the Computer Club). Regardless, my first official act as President was to demonstrate how to use a mouse to operate the very first Macintosh computer. That little Mac, cost $3200 and had 512K of memory, by comparison, my tiny Apple Shuffle, cost $60 and has 4GB of memory, that's roughly 7,800 times more memory than that first computer, and 2% of the cost.
Capacity increases, size decreases, as time goes by. Right, Sam?
Digital Thank You Note: Dad + Karrie, Thank you for the Shuffles, fantastic upgrades. They've accompanied us on nearly 100 miles of runs since Christmas. (paper thank you notes forthcoming)
Baking bread, on the other hand, is a lesson in achieving the opposite.
Dissolve yeast into warm water, wait for a bit, the yeast begins to give off gas. Mix in flour and salt, knead, and place the whole mess somewhere warm. In a couple of hours, the size of your mass doubles, no binary code involved. You've got a sort of yeasty Moore's Law happening, except in reverse. Here, time passes, size increases, capacity to eat store bought bread, decreases.
I like making bread for Sharon and I each week, including the bread that's used for communion at our church.
After the service is over, any left over host usually doesn't go to waste. It can usually be seen being munched on by hungry folks as everybody hangs around afterwards. Maybe I should provide some consecrated mayonnaise and ham to go with it. Holy snacks.
If you're in Denver and looking for aisles of LPs, one of the best indie record stores in the country is Twist and Shout. There's no better music store within five hundred miles, at least. A visit to Twist and Shout is I exactly like the movie High Fidelity. All of the staff like music better than they like you. If you visit the store, ask for my brother, Matt. He's one of the managers. He looks like me, except different.
Along the same lines as home made bread, which reminds me of hot-pressed sandwiches, are the hot-pressed long play music albums of pre 1980. Here's a cool short flick on the making of musical pies.
One hundred tons, rock on.
Have a great weekend, and Godspeed, John Glenn,
Dave
