Have you ever wondered about your ancestry? More specifically, those who came before you and are 100% responsible for your existence. I’m sure many of us can attest to the fact that there’s a broad interest in geneology and the reason is we, as human beings, and inhabitants of this world often wonder about our history. There’s weighted signifiance due to the fact that by understanding where you came from, you only then begin to truly realize who you really are.
There’s an episode of the Simpsons where Homer, in complete disgust of how uneventful his 38.1 years have been, decides to use Thomas Edison as a mentor to invent new things in his shadow. He believes by following in Edison’s footsteps he’ll be able to give meaning to his otherwise drab life.
After testing a series of inventions on his family, including a shotgun-projecting makeup gun and an electric hammer, he settles on what he considers his most prized invention; a chair with emergency kickstand legs for someone who tilts too far back. However, no sooner is he excited at this new prospect he realizes while closely looking at a photo of Edison, that Edison himself invented the exact same thing a couple hundred years prior.
In the first installment of Snuggets I talked about Blingo, burning a grilled cheese sandwich, eating bugs for protein, the inventor of the slow cooker and finally the chocolate shell topping.
For those who don’t know, a snugget is a cross between a snippet and nugget of information. Not quite snippet and not quite nugget, “snuggets” are somewhere inbetween and may end up being great water cooler conversation starters. Typically I like to let my mind wander a bit and just let these thoughts freeflow, as if I’m one of those beatnik poetry guys sweating beads under a blue-tinted spotlight.
When you come across a student driver, while driving on a highway or a city street, do you change your driving habits in order to be the “model” citizen, or a good example for the person behind the wheel?
I’ve found that when I encounter a car with “Student Driver” written on it, I’ll pause for a brief moment to think about whether I should actually follow the law, at least in that moment or ignore the situation and continue the onslaught of rolling stops, sloppy lane changes and road rage outbursts. If I’m not thinking about that, I’m wondering if the instructor is using my driving habits as an example of what not to do, for example, in my mind I can hear this imaginary conversation:
