And sew it begins…
First of all, I know this is a random topic, and I know that I’m including bad, overused puns. but that’s okay.
You have to be spoolish not to appreciate sewing. (HAHA hehe, no? okay) Unless your clothes are weird, you are wearing something that has been sewn. The art of fastening objects using stitches with a needle and thread has been around forever. Even people in the stone age sewed fur and skin with bone, and thread made from various animal parts. Sew if you don’t appreciate sewing, then you should change your perspective.
I’ve had several experiences with sewing. I took a few sewing classes when I was around 8 and miserably failed, to the point where my pieces were unrecognizable (assuming that they actually stayed together). I got better as time went on to where I was pretty decent and used the sewing machine to fashion some cool stuff. When I was 12 (I think) I decided to make a quilt with the help of my grandma. It actually turned out decent. At least, the part I finished. Maybe I should have made this blog post about my lack of patience.
Sew anyway, I guess this is where my post ends.
I really need to stop these sewing puns, I’m running out of good material.
Okay fine. No more bad puns! Yay!
P.S I didn’t have a picture of my quilt so I decided to add a picture of a quilt made by someone a little more talented than me.
Licensed under CC0 Creative Commons
So a couple weeks ago I traveled to the beach with my grandparents and cousins for the weekend. I was a little stressed because I had a lot of homework due that Monday, but I was excited to relax and have a good time there. After arriving safely around 7 o’clock I decided to take a walk in the dark on the beach. Splashing through the shallow white foam of the waves and desperately trying to keep the hem of my pants from getting wet or sandy was awesome until tragedy occurred. My retainer, which was loose and needed to be tightened, fell out of my mouth just as a wave hit the shore, and it was carried into the ocean. I freaked out and started frantically searching the sand with my flashlight, praying that God would help me find it. After a good ten minutes of the waves hitting where I had dropped it, I finally went back to the beach house discouraged.
The next afternoon while enjoying the water, my dad motioned for me to come to where he was talking to a random guy. He had found my retainer with a metal detector! Apparently, my grandfather had talked to this guy earlier that day and mentioned that I had lost it. Even though there were other people that day with metal detectors that passed through that same area, he had somehow found it and was able to return it! Without a doubt, losing my retainer and finding it again was a miracle.
Life lesson number one: Never take a Rubik’s cube to the beach. Life lesson number two: A Rubik’s cube that is full of sand does not work well.
For all the people who didn’t know, a Rubik’s cube is a 3D combination puzzle that has a different color on each of its six sides. It can be a little tricky to solve as you have to learn all sorts of different algorithms (sequences of moves) because unfortunately, it is not something you can just “figure out”. Rubik’s cubes also come in many different sizes ranging from 1×1 (my personal favorite to solve) to ones as big as 22×22!
Now that I think about it, I don’t really know why I got a Rubik’s cube in the first place. I had just earned ten dollars for babysitting and on the way home we stopped at Target and I decided to buy a Rubik’s cube. After a couple of days of it just sitting in its box I finally took it out and started to play with it. By watching several different youtube tutorials, the cube was finally victoriously solved.
While I am now able to successfully solve a Rubik’s cube, my time is far from amazing. The pros can solve them in under ten seconds, but my best time is only a little under 2 minutes. This might be due to getting sand stuck in my cube. Oh well.
Rubik’s cube by Booyabazooka by Duncan Hull is licensed under CC BY 2.0
Future magicians and other devoted readers,
Magic is cool. Anyone who says otherwise is probably lying and needs to be sawed in half.
Magic tricks are not a recent thing. They might even be considered as an ancient art. Magic has been performed for thousands of years in places such as ancient Egypt and ancient Rome. Magicians would (and still do) perform seemingly impossible feats typically in exchange for money. Today, you can see amazing acts of professional magicians on a stage, or even learn a few simple illusions to impress your friends at school.
Personally, I first started to gain an interest in magic a little less than a year ago after watching magicians on “America’s Got Talent.” This past March I got my first “real” magic set, and it is one of the best presents I have ever received. Other than the kit, I also have learned countless tricks from youtube and library books.
Done correctly, magic tricks can be used to fool people into thinking that something has vanished, appeared, changed, defied gravity, or even passed through a solid object. Most tricks, big or small, actually have a very simple explanation. One of the things I love so much about magic is that once you learn a few simple sleights of hand and get really good at them, they can be applied to so many different tricks and routines.
I think I can assume that most people have heard the saying “practice makes perfect”. This is very true when it comes to magic tricks. It is so much better to learn one trick really well than to learn one hundred tricks poorly. You should never perform in front of an audience a trick that you can’t do perfectly because you don’t want them to discover the secret behind the “magic”. While learning as many different tricks as you can may seem like a good idea, it is best to pick only a few to practice and perfect. I find that practicing in front of a mirror is the best way to hone your skills along with videotaping yourself to catch any errors. Don’t give up if you struggle to learn a certain trick. It may take a lot of practice to master it.
That’s all for now!
Guess what I get to do? I get to write a blog for the first time ever!
By reading my blog you will learn stuff that you probably didn’t want to know or didn’t care about until now, but maybe reading these posts will peak your interest in something new. Hopefully, amalgamating any random ideas I can think of will make a blog that is actually worth reading—that’s up to you to decide.
The word eclectic means to get ideas from a diverse range of sources. I chose “Heclectic” as my blog name so that I can write about anything that interests me instead of being limited to just one subject. The H before eclectic is just my first initial. As my blog name suggests, I might write about magic tricks in one post and then about hamsters in the next. What do these things have in common? Absolutely nothing. But that’s the point.
This blog may feel like it’s going in a lot of different directions, but why go in a straight line when you can explore lots of different points? I love variety, so I felt like this was the best choice for me.
I hope you enjoy whatever I decide to write about!
Thanks for reading!