As an aspiring writer I’ve always felt a milestone that would indicate that I’ve made it in the publishing world is if there is a Wikipedia article about me. A few times I’ve told people that and they said “I’ll make one for you!” or something to that effect. While I appreciate the thought, they missed the point. The reason I believe having a Wikipedia article is an indicator of success is because it indicates that I’ve made my self well known enough that someone I’ve never met took time out of their day to write an article about me. Especially one that meets Wikipedia’s near indecipherable notability standards. A Wikipedia page about me written by a friend right now would get deleted within 24 hours, probably within a few hours.
I’ve never met any major celebrities per se, but I have met and even known a few people with Wikipedia articles. Here is a list of them in no particular order:
Most people associate the word froth with good things like beer, root beer, or shampoo. Not me. The first thing that comes to mind is something unpleasant. I live in a rural area with lots paths, many of which are by creeks and streams.
My family has two horses and we used to have more and ride them all the time (I only rode maybe five times if that, wasn’t my thing). None of us have been riding in at least ten years, it’s a very time consuming hobby and we donated all of our tack years ago. Lately I have been going on plenty of walks down those trails. However lots of our neighbors still go on trail rides, and plenty of people from the area come to do that. You can always tell if someone went riding recently if there is a manure pile in the middle of the path. Near the water there is another way to tell: a white frothy mass flouting in the water that happens when a horse urinates in it.
And that is why “frothy” isn’t a word I’m fond of.
I’ve always wondered how butter was invented. What made someone think “I’ll put some fresh cream in a barrel and churn it around to see what happens!”? Some academics believe butter was discovered by accident when ancient nomads stored milk in skins or organ bags. One time I saw an antique butter churn for sale, I thought about buying it but it was like $200 dollars and I don’t want to spend that kind of money. Especially since you can make butter in a sealed off mason jar!
Even more intriguing to me is how bread was invented. I’ve never seen a satisfactory answer to that!
One thing I love about living in Eugene are all of the characters that I see on a regular basis. Almost all UO students dress totally normally, but lots of the other denizens in Eugene are rather unusual. Hippies are the most obvious subculture visible, but there are also a lot of others like punks and the occasional lite Goth. Some notable individuals include a barefoot, dreadlocked, mandolin growing pot farmer, a guy in a fox skin hat who plays the didgeridoo, and a leprechaun.
Yes, you read that correctly. A leprechaun. He wears a green bowler, a vest, shorts with striped knee socks, has a pointy goatee and smokes a pipe. His backpack has a bong sticking out of it and a cauldron attached. I’m honestly uncertain whether he intentionally dresses like a leprechaun or if it’s all a crazy coincidence.
I’ve been tempted to ask him about his pot of gold.
Nothing gets under my skin more than when people say “cha-cha-cha” between verses of Happy Birthday. That is the most tacky and mind numbingly stupid thing anyone could possibly do and anyone who does it should really break that atrocious habit. If I was a dictator or absolute monarch any offender would be shot on sight. Ok, maybe that’s a bit far. Still, I really hate that chachahca shit. On my seventeenth birthday my siblings thought it would be really funny if they did it to me. I had everyone resing the song the proper way.