Pull out a protractor and draw a circle. From the centre, draw lines directly to 90°, 210° and 330°, dividing it into thirds. Then draw a line from 30° directly to 150° and mark it "finish."
Place a small round object in the centre of your circle. A bead, a dime, whatever. Now choose any angle between 210° and 330°—the bottom third of your circle—and push on your object from it. You should find it reaches your finish line before the perimeter of the circle. Or, at the two extremes, it touches them simultaneously.
Throw 0-360 in a random number generator. You'll find, as I'm sure you're already painfully aware, that a number between 210 and 330 is generated about a third of the time. And if you try pushing your object from angles outside this range, your object will fail in its objective.
So, what exactly does our little experiment in geometry and statistics mean? Well, jack shit because the wind doesn't give one fuck about math. It's been eleven goddamn days and I've enjoyed half a day of favourable wind. And even that almost tore my tent down when it came time to camp.
Today was a real load of horseshit too. As if I thought day one was bad. Combine that vicious wind with long, shallow inclines. I was in my lowest gear all day.
She's out to get me. I know She is. Has been from the start and I have the math on my side to prove it. Geography? Temperature? Global currents? Nah, that's garbage. It's all Mother Nature toying with me.
Oh, right, I also saw Chaplin's salt fields today. And a sparkling seafoam green lake outside Morse. Neat stuff.
Example sketch. You'd wanna draw it bigger, obviously. And with tools.
Salt of the... What's that supposed to mean?
Now I get it.
Is anyone else thirsty?
Yeah? Does it? Really?
This water's a little more on the celadon side of things, but I'm still tempted to swim in it.
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Jeremy to the West
Non-FictionIn 2018 I rode my bicycle across Western Canada, covering about 2300km. It's been two years and I figured I'd release my journal entries here for anyone interested in what a trip like this does to a person's sanity. Given that they're real-life jou...