Sorry. It's an Homage to Dad, so
I want to fix the typos. I'm going to
leave the changes unmarked because
it's for =him=.
"kenneth collins" <kenneth.p.collins at worldnet.att.net> wrote in
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| "kenneth collins" <kenneth.p.collins at worldnet.att.net> wrote in
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||||| It was a really-good Sled. The fastest
||| of all the sleds in the neighborhood. [I
||| took it down into Dad's workshop and
||| carefully honed it's runners, working
||| down the grit-gradient until they were
||| smooth-as-glass. Then I waxed 'em :-]
|| "grit-gradient" = My Dad's large selection
| of abrasive cloths and papers. I "worked
| down" its "gradient", going from "coarse"
| abrasiveness to "hardly-any" abrasiveness.
| Dad had abrasives for every purpose, and
| they'd put the "gleem" to any common
| metal. [For really-rough-stuff, Dad had
| various motorized "grinders".]
Dad could make almost anything out of
This was his Way of Giving-All, and, Man!
was he ever =Good= at it.
| 'Course, when working with hand-abras-
| ives, one has to supply the "elbow grease",
| but that's just long-term TD E/I-minimiza-
| tion that 'moves' with Directionality that
| literally "reaches-out" into the 'nothingness'
| to 'grasp' "slipery-shininess" and 'drag' it
| into Being, 'telling' "friction" to 'go away'.
|| And the True-Wonder thing is that the
| "Knowledge", inherent, was accum-
| ulated, over the course of the millenia,
| via 'just' more TD E/I-minimization,
| handed-down, intergenerationally via
| convergence upon 'shared' "analogous"
| TD E/I-minimization [like in my recent
| post "On Language", except including
| more than "language" because it's eas-
| ier to demonstrate how to polish metal
| than it is to "talk-it-into-existence"].
|||| Sled-runner-'td e/i-minimization'.
||||| This Sled always won every "race",
||| both on speed and distance.
|||| It's Child's-Play.
|||| And, no matter what, it Works.
You're still the Greatest Man I've even
encountered, Dad. I Miss-You somethin'
Say "Hi" to God for me.
Love, Petes [k. p. collins]