But today I took notice and wondered: Where does helium come from? Are there helium mines somewhere that I don't know about? Can you manufacture gas (aside from Gregster's ability to do so after any given meal) in a factory?
My eyes glanced back and forth from the road and this rather stationery-suddenly-mesmerising roadside promotional piece. I wondered for a while about it. Or, more precisely, the gas that keeps it afloat.
Sure, I could Google it, Wikipedia it, take-some-other-internet-information-entity-and-use-its-name-as-a-verb it. I could ask someone. If I was in North Portland, I could aks someone. But I spent the remainder of my drive basking in my child like wonderment.
I wonder if the radio guy that announced the Hindenburg crash was thinking the same thing about Hydrogen. I mean, his broadcast started off routine enough. He was probably bored, wondering "where does Hydrogen come from? Can you mine it? Manufacture it? OH MY GOD THE HUMANITY!"
gooch:out.
1 comment:
I haven't tooted in 2 years in your presence and this is how I'm treated for my efforts? When do I earn the right to be held up on a pedestal on your blog instead of being the butt of a joke. I said 'butt'. Huh huh.
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