June 22nd, 2009

Well, we can leave out the amnesia part. It just made the title sound catchy. The coconut part, though, is real as can be. When I was out on one of my rounds (to check that the landscape around the major buildings is in good shape) with Steve McFarlane, we found a perfect (although little) coconut to break open. For about a week it lay on the stair outside of my dorm room, untouched. I doubt that anyone would have tried to take it, because, in a moment of boredom, I scratched my name on one side of it because I thought it would look cool (in the end, not so much). Today, I finally got around to cracking it open. First, I got the machete from Will’s office (left over from when he lived in Wyoming… he was a hunter and you have to butcher the elk somehow) to crack it open with. Then, I broke it open. Oh, wait. Actually, I first cut a small hole, stuck a straw into it, and sucked out all of the milk. Did you know that the part of the coconut that you can eat is not there as soon as you crack open the outer shell? There’s another shell inside of that that you need to crack open before you can begin to eat. Anyway, I managed to finish the coconut in ten minutes ( it was pretty little), but I still hope I don’t grow a curly-cue tail anytime soon.

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