The 321 Podcast! Episode Twenty Two
Episode Twenty Two is where the guys talk about the relationship between science and common sense, Canadian Thanksgiving, robots, bikes, “outie” belly buttons, really big pizzas, and weakly interacting bosons confined in an external potential and cooled to temperatures very near to absolute zero.
Photos from this week’s recording session:
Links to sites mentioned in this week’s podcast:
http://36pizza.com/
http://www.traitorcycles.com/Bikes.cfm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bose–Einstein_condensate
Big Dog Robot
Themocracy
I tend to dis-like bicyclists. They are great, and it’s definitely got its merits as opposed to driving and what-not. But I don’t think that many bicyclists, at least in Eugene, know their place on the road. Just like driving, or even walking, when you’re on the road as a bicycle you have a responsibility to behave like a bicyclist should.
In other words, read the Oregon Bicycle Manual.
I feel there are many people in Eugene that take the benefits of bicycling, and turn it into a zealous cult, more-or-less. Hating on cars, and loving on bicycles. We all share the road, and we all have responsibilities to uphold.
The key discerning point is this: When you’re on a bicycle, you’re not just a fast pedestrian.
On a happy note, this is one of the funniest, and all-around enjoyable podcasts to date. And I completely understand your point regarding your first topic: that you are not satisfied until you’ve settled something. I have topics from my past that still haunt me, including that bicyclist jibberish up there.
I’ve met at least two individuals who were zealous bicyclist jack-asses. One actually told me a story about an old woman in a car who cut off his friend, who was on a bike. His friend carved “F***” into her hood, while she earnestly offered her sincere appologies. He left her crying in the street. He told me this like it was funny!
The other guy I actually hit with my car. I immediately pulled over, jumped out of the car, expecting to see a mangled corpse and countless greedy eyeballs soaking up the drama. I had my cell in my hand ready for 911…. and it was like nothing happened. There was nothing. No body, no bicycle, no greedy onlookers. I was flabbergasted. Then I looked down the road a bit, and he was riding away like a pussy!
A while later, there was an assanine “I saw you” in the weekly directed at me from that ass-face. What a douche! Of course, I cannot say that I “should” have hit him, but it was completely rational. I wasn’t trying to murder him, and I’m not an idiot. If he had something to say to me, he should have manned it up and said it to my face. And in all honestly, it was his fault. It was at that intersection at the UofO, the Agate crosswalk, busy time, lots of people. As a vehicle (aka, bicycle, douche), you need to be cautious at intersections, and not act like a fast pedestrian.
Seriously, all you fast pedestrians out there, if you had “walk at 15mph” super-powers, wouldn’t you need to be cautious anyway? Right of way or not, a vehicle isn’t going to expect a pedestrian to shoot into their field of vision when it’s too late to turn or stop. I did not see him until I was clipping his front tire.
The irony is I never used to read those “I saw yous”. I hated the mean ones directed at random strangers by douche-bags. My dad actually read it to me like it was the funniest thing he ever heard. Why do people find the misery and humiliation of others to be entertainment? Where is their empathy? There’s a topic for you.
Turducken is definitely an American Thanksgiving thing. Like most incredible inventions, the Canuks stole from the Yanks.
I believe in Canada an alternative is using a Goose instead of a Turkey, resulting in a “Gooducken”.
Note: In the United Kingdom, a turducken is a type of ballotine called a “multi-bird roast.”
Also the largest recorded nested bird roast is 17 birds, attributed to a royal feast in France in the early 19th century (originally called a Rôti Sans Pareil, or “Roast without equal”) – a bustard stuffed with a turkey, a goose, a pheasant, a chicken, a duck, a guinea fowl, a teal, a woodcock, a partridge, a plover, a lapwing, a quail, a thrush, a lark, an Ortolan Bunting and a Garden Warbler. The final bird is small enough that it can be stuffed with a single olive; it also suggests that, unlike modern multi-bird roasts, there was no stuffing or other packing placed in between the birds. This dish could not be legally recreated in our time as many of the listed birds are now protected species.
I listen to you guys! not nearly often enough though,cause you always make me laugh and make my day! loving you work xx:)