My Red Sleeping Bag

I was staring at my paper airplane thinking how could I make this thing fly better? See there's this nice hill which kind of drops into an "almost cliff-like" angle (followed by this huge plateau) near my house and at about 1pm, has a lovely thermal floating up it. Perfect for throwing paper planes.

I know this is kiddish and geeky but it's hella fun okay?

So I designed a paper plane which rides thermals pretty well. About 1 to (8-12) gliding ratio (variates depending on the paper I use and wing angles). See I used to be really into origami so give me 20 pieces of A4 paper and I'll be able to fold you 15+ different kinds of airplanes. And a box. And a crane. And a flower. And a snowflake. And a boat. And stop looky here I'm outta paper.

So at noon some days when I'm feeling really bored, I'll take a bunch of paper and start folding. By 1 I'll have about 12 planes. Then I'll bunch them up, being careful not to disturb the trimming, pitch stability, elevator adjustments, and hike up the hill. (Yes, believe it or not paper planes have their own scientific terms). I'll let you know that doing all the above plus not slipping is actually quite hard.

Most people know I'm not geeky; just knowledgeable (I hope). Sometimes I do wonder what people think though, seeing a kid who's 17 but looks older, carrying a huge bunch of planes up a hill.

I'll then proceed to throw all of them "down", watch them float up, and catch them if they come back. It's really cool when you throw a plane off a cliff with a thermal. It glides towards the edge and when it hits the thermal, whooooooooooooosh it flies up. Once it's escaped the thermal it'll fly in any direction it sees fit, albeit now between 20-100 feet higher than if you'd thrown it at night. Beautiful.

Anyways that's what I was thinking.

Right now I'm thinking this:

I love rock climbing. Now get this. Rock climbing is not a delicate sport. A lot of climbers develop arthritis in their fingers.

Oh and I love parkour. Which is NOT delicate. Very controlled, but not delicate.

And I love magic. (Make a guess. Delicate or not delicate)

Now they fall on opposite sides and I prolly can progress in all of them at the same time, but God I pray that there wont come a time when I have to choose between them. Because I don't think I can. And I sure as heck dont want to be a jack of all trades, master of none.

I guess I'll just have to be like my paper plane. I'll throw myself off a cliff (Figuratively), fly up between 20 and 100 feet, and then from there go in whatever direction I see fit.

Or I might fall.



>By now you are prolly thinking, "What on earth does this have to do with the title?!" Your answer?

Nothing.

This was just one of those posts where I wrote it first planning on titling it later, only to find out I had NO idea what to title it. So I named it what I was looking at. My red sleeping bag (thus the red font). Sure I could have used "Paper Planes" or something like "A Decision to Make" but it just wasn't original.

Now on to Tapah, where I shall use my red sleeping bag. I'll even come back and post about it (the sleeping bag). I promise.

(Yes, this is random)