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Aug. 11th, 2006 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elsajeniYesterday I went to the biofeedback lady again. Apparently I am a fucking prodigy at biofeedback. I feedback my bio like I was born to do so. So far I have been attached to four separate thingies, generally more than one at a time: a Velcro band around my belly that measures how much I inflate when I breathe, electrodes taped to my shoulder muscles that measure how much I fail at relaxing them (I'm good at all the other machines, I swear), a heart rate monitor taped to my index finger, and a thermometer taped to my index finger. It's very exciting. Oh, crap, and I'm supposed to be seeing if I can find a copy of a book she recommended. Note to self: try to find copy of book.
I kind of missed posting about the last couple of days in Minnesota. Not that much happened, though. My cousin Alex got crapped on by a bird, which was moderately exciting for everyone. We ate lunch with my grandfather again, and this time he was not wearing the cream-colored suit (although he was still wearing the matching hat). Oh, and we went to the Runestone Museum, which argues that Alexandria, Minnesota, is the Birthplace of America on the grounds that, in the late 19th century, a farmer found a stone carved with Viking runes in his field, allegedly dating from the 14th century. It may or may not have been real, but whether you believe it's real or not makes no difference whatsoever to your enjoyment of the Runestone Museum, which actually has very little Runestone-related content.
In fact, the Runestone Museum is so damn exciting/baffling that I want to share one particularly baffling aspect of it. There is a smallish exhibit on Native American culture, mixed in with the various other smallish exhibits on Minnesota life (the Native American exhibit does not, however, appear to be in any way specific to Minnesota Native Americans). In this smallish exhibit, posted on the wall, is a block of text with the title "The Legend of White Bear". The Legend of White Bear goes approximately as follows:
A Native American man used to go out and hunt beaver. In fact, he hunted so damn many beaver (Ed. Note: the swear word was not present in the version posted in the Runestone Museum, which is an extremely family-friendly place except for the creepy mannequins lurking around every corner and which you should go see if you ever happen to be in Alexandria, Minnesota, not that that is especially likely) that one day his wife told him that he should stop hunting the beaver for fear that there would be no beaver left. In spite of this wise advice, he went and hunted more beaver. When he came home, his wife turned into a skunk and ran away.
Pop Quiz: Are there any bears, white or otherwise, in the Legend of White Bear as reproduced above?
Answer to Pop Quiz: No. There are NO FUCKING BEARS AT ALL in this legend. WHY IS IT CALLED THE LEGEND OF WHITE BEAR? Was the Native American man's name White Bear? Was his wife's name White Bear? If so, why does the legend not specify this? WHERE ARE THE GODDAMN WHITE BEARS?
... Whoo. Tired. Maybe should have posted before drinking the large can of hard cider. Will go sleep now. (Am only very slightly tipsy, honest. Aware enough to obsessively correct typos, as demonstrated by the overall correctly-spelled-ness of this post. Although definitely making more than usual number of typos.) Or maybe I should work on the pr0n. Haven't gotten much work done on it lately. Although, in current typo-ridden state, probably will do more harm than good.
I kind of missed posting about the last couple of days in Minnesota. Not that much happened, though. My cousin Alex got crapped on by a bird, which was moderately exciting for everyone. We ate lunch with my grandfather again, and this time he was not wearing the cream-colored suit (although he was still wearing the matching hat). Oh, and we went to the Runestone Museum, which argues that Alexandria, Minnesota, is the Birthplace of America on the grounds that, in the late 19th century, a farmer found a stone carved with Viking runes in his field, allegedly dating from the 14th century. It may or may not have been real, but whether you believe it's real or not makes no difference whatsoever to your enjoyment of the Runestone Museum, which actually has very little Runestone-related content.
In fact, the Runestone Museum is so damn exciting/baffling that I want to share one particularly baffling aspect of it. There is a smallish exhibit on Native American culture, mixed in with the various other smallish exhibits on Minnesota life (the Native American exhibit does not, however, appear to be in any way specific to Minnesota Native Americans). In this smallish exhibit, posted on the wall, is a block of text with the title "The Legend of White Bear". The Legend of White Bear goes approximately as follows:
A Native American man used to go out and hunt beaver. In fact, he hunted so damn many beaver (Ed. Note: the swear word was not present in the version posted in the Runestone Museum, which is an extremely family-friendly place except for the creepy mannequins lurking around every corner and which you should go see if you ever happen to be in Alexandria, Minnesota, not that that is especially likely) that one day his wife told him that he should stop hunting the beaver for fear that there would be no beaver left. In spite of this wise advice, he went and hunted more beaver. When he came home, his wife turned into a skunk and ran away.
Pop Quiz: Are there any bears, white or otherwise, in the Legend of White Bear as reproduced above?
Answer to Pop Quiz: No. There are NO FUCKING BEARS AT ALL in this legend. WHY IS IT CALLED THE LEGEND OF WHITE BEAR? Was the Native American man's name White Bear? Was his wife's name White Bear? If so, why does the legend not specify this? WHERE ARE THE GODDAMN WHITE BEARS?
... Whoo. Tired. Maybe should have posted before drinking the large can of hard cider. Will go sleep now. (Am only very slightly tipsy, honest. Aware enough to obsessively correct typos, as demonstrated by the overall correctly-spelled-ness of this post. Although definitely making more than usual number of typos.) Or maybe I should work on the pr0n. Haven't gotten much work done on it lately. Although, in current typo-ridden state, probably will do more harm than good.