Wednesday, June 25, 2008

new, bones, frisbee

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I pick and open a pod of the first broad beans, couched in a bed of white velvet. They are still small and tender enough to eat raw, which I do one by one.

My favourite restaurant in Tunbridge Wells is Sankey's. Fresh fish purchased "direct from the coast" is its theme and speciality. Like most of those, who serve the public nowadays, however, the management has to be careful in case somebody sues it for the least mishap, as this warning on the menu demonstrates. "Please be aware that Fish may contain bones, even the filleted ones. Oysters are consumed ALIVE... Customers do so at their own risk."

I am struck by the aerodynamics of a frisbee, which two young men are throwing to each other in the Grove. Unlike more primitive frisbies, it is not a saucer, but rather a flat and narrow plastic ring, skillfully shaped for uplift. I guess that the air in the middle of the ring, stirred by the ring's circular motion, becomes like a balloon (or perhaps the motion creates a partial vacuum), which accounts for the way it floats and soars, as it seems to rise of its own accord after it is thrown.


93 Words said...

Loved the take on the evolution of frisbees. Pairing that idea with your earlier post about typewriter memories made me wonder if those Frisbee players ever think back -- nostalgic for the earlier technology.

plutarch said...

Thank you for your vist and your spelling correction. I wonder, people become nostalgic about the strangest things.