I am a psychotherapist, for those of you who don't keep up. Stray is an engineer*.
(That bit is relevant, honest.)
This weekend, Stray nicked took up my place at a workshop on neuroscience: a Jungian perspective on the mind-brain relationship and it's implications for clinical practice.
Not to be outdone, I embarked upon an engineering project of some considerable challenge. **
Stray learnt lots and lots of clever things and is developing some rather complex ideas about how our neurobiology informs the wider socio-political development, as part of her book on Climate Change. I am guessing that she made an enthusiastic and knowledgeable participant, despite being the only non-clinician in the workshop.
I am not impressed. That ain't nothing, I tell you, compared to the skill it required to get my techno-balls a-rolling-baby.
*and software developer/film-maker/writer......
**Techno-Balls: Hi-tech perpetual-motion power-driven marble run. Age 8 upwards.
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Whooooooooooo Ms MMmmmmmm. You show those engineering types that us therapists can screwdriver with the best of 'em!
PS: Borderline things are afoot over in Hullaballovia and Boboland
Atta, girl. I am in awe of anyone who can juxtapose the phrases "perpetual motion" and "power-driven" in the same sentence without feeling compelled to question all they hold to be true.
I had one of those for chrimbo - tho it looks like I had a smaller set. (Checks psyche for feelings of inadequacy/threatened masculinity.. nope..).
I had great fun exploring the limits of centrifugal force in keeping the marbles on a track.
Combined with the limits of stability of that central tower array.. Marvellous chaos. And I agree with the sense of achievement once you get it whirring and clattering away.
Though I must admit, I did have the issues but why? refers to when reading the blurb on the box.
Guess what BoBo? Not even a screw driver required, although I did use a wrench to get the top of the gin bottle half way through :)
Hey But Why?, I am so glad you said that! I did think there was something of a contradiction there, but was too scared to say so in case I completely showed myself up to be the technological numpty that I am. (Or, alternatively, I simply embraced the contradiction in a therapy-stylee.)
Hi there Shadowraith, yes I too had lots of fun working out just how steep the angle could be before the marbles fell off (and then trying to work out if a Ruby, Frank or Wallaby could choke on a small marble as I was grappling round on the floor trying to find the buggers.) By the way, your name scares me a bit. Just thought you might want to know.
I just love that Wallaby Cat is sitting watching over your master piece licking her paws. I am some what surprised she has not pooed on it.
Badger xx
ms melancholy.. thankyou.
You have helped precipitate an action long overdue.
My username is now changed from shadowraith, to a hopefully less scary one.
Hey drak no offence meant....honest! Drak sounds much less scary though ;)
Cool model ;)
Hey Melancholy, just dropping by to see how you're doing. I was sad to see your original blog die a (spluttering, stop-start) death. Do you miss it at all? You seemed to suggest that you were going to be starting up elsewhere (as well as here, obviously). I hope it goes swimmingly, anyway, if you do.
What in the name of sweet baby Jesus, though, is that thing you just made? I thought you were happy, Minky - what happened?
Wary regards....
TPE x
(No, I don't know, either. "Minky" just came out of nowhere - sorry.)
My boy says WOW, MINT, how does it work? (we enlarged the picture so he could take a look)
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