calling cows
December 10, 2005
Sometimes when Austin and I are riding in the car, we have these philosophical discussions. Usually we discuss something much more basic than black holes or quantum mechanics; although I am holding out for him to be the next great theoretical physicist.
Yesterday it was car parts and repairs. I was explaining to him how all of the parts, particularly electrical parts used to be replaced at much greater frequencies. Head lights used to cost a fraction of now, but you replace several of them over the life of your car. I told him that his Grandpa used to wear out multiple pick up horns from calling cows. We talked for a while about calling cows; Austin thinks that his Grandpa probably still wears out horns, even with the newer technology.
Austin has recently discovered rock and roll from the 60s and 70s. As we were driving, Austin had Jimmy Hendrix in the CD player. I speculated that with the advent of better sound systems in cars, Grandpa could condition his cows to come the sound of Purple Haze. Just roll out in the pasture with some feed, open the doors and put Hendrix on at full volume for a few minutes, maybe with a little car horn the first few times. The cows would soon come to the music. Can you just imagine the neighbors going outside in the early morning and hearing the sound of Hendrix with cows answering (singing along)? They would think Dad had gone nuts. It makes me smile just to think about it (I bet Dad is smiling as he reads this).
Austin isn’t so sure this would work. I am just as sure that it will, but getting Dad to give it a try might be a little tricky. I suppose he use Merle Haggard, but the effect on the neighbors wouldn’t be nearly as fun.
Ice in Arlington yesterday. The kids had the day off from school and I worked from home. It was bumper cars on the local roads. I went out a lunch to pick up burgers and it took 3 tries to make it up one of the hills on the way; That was my driving for the day. Lauren couldn’t understand why I said no to her driving out to see her friends, she doesn’t quite understand she may be only a few dollars short of an insurance premium that has her walking.
Sometimes when Austin and I are riding in the car, we have these philosophical discussions. Usually we discuss something much more basic than black holes or quantum mechanics; although I am holding out for him to be the next great theoretical physicist.
Yesterday it was car parts and repairs. I was explaining to him how all of the parts, particularly electrical parts used to be replaced at much greater frequencies. Head lights used to cost a fraction of now, but you replace several of them over the life of your car. I told him that his Grandpa used to wear out multiple pick up horns from calling cows. We talked for a while about calling cows; Austin thinks that his Grandpa probably still wears out horns, even with the newer technology.
Austin has recently discovered rock and roll from the 60s and 70s. As we were driving, Austin had Jimmy Hendrix in the CD player. I speculated that with the advent of better sound systems in cars, Grandpa could condition his cows to come the sound of Purple Haze. Just roll out in the pasture with some feed, open the doors and put Hendrix on at full volume for a few minutes, maybe with a little car horn the first few times. The cows would soon come to the music. Can you just imagine the neighbors going outside in the early morning and hearing the sound of Hendrix with cows answering (singing along)? They would think Dad had gone nuts. It makes me smile just to think about it (I bet Dad is smiling as he reads this).
Austin isn’t so sure this would work. I am just as sure that it will, but getting Dad to give it a try might be a little tricky. I suppose he use Merle Haggard, but the effect on the neighbors wouldn’t be nearly as fun.
Ice in Arlington yesterday. The kids had the day off from school and I worked from home. It was bumper cars on the local roads. I went out a lunch to pick up burgers and it took 3 tries to make it up one of the hills on the way; That was my driving for the day. Lauren couldn’t understand why I said no to her driving out to see her friends, she doesn’t quite understand she may be only a few dollars short of an insurance premium that has her walking.
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