Stayed in a 10 million dollar estate/mansion, slept in a sleeping bag on the floor and used my own soap/shampoo (brought from Michigan in my backpack), used a headlamp at night to see--indoors--because the switches for light fixtures were too far away. Irony has interesting ways!
Also, Here's some existential bluegrass made by Norwegian ladies:
In the classic game, my compulsion is to choose rock since the highly coveted "avalanche" (all rock throws out of three) in Rock Paper Scissor championships sounds tremendous and awesome. Plus, I recall hearing someone's reasoning that a rock can smash scissors, retain its identity even when wrapped with paper, and serves as a ready fist when the need arises.
But my reasoned choice is paper--you can always make an Origami boulder to overcome the scissors AND aikido the rocks. Eloquentia for the win!
In the classic game, my compulsion is to choose rock since the highly coveted "avalanche" (all rock throws out of three) in Rock Paper Scissor championships sounds tremendous and awesome. Plus, I recall hearing someone's reasoning that a rock can smash scissors, retain its identity even when wrapped with paper, and serves as a ready fist when the need arises.
But my reasoned choice is paper--you can always make an Origami boulder to overcome the scissors AND aikido the rocks. Eloquentia for the win!
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