Bill Nye, the Science Guy
Today, as I watched my daily soap, "Cavuto on Business," I was treated to a small dose of Bill Nye. Aaaah. What a treat.
When my boys were young, and I was home schooling, the day revolved around watching two episodes of "Bill Nye, the Science Guy."
I am not sure if watching Bill was for them or for me.
I don't know what it is about Bill, but he is just the sexiest darn guy. He seems utterly aware of his geekdom, yet he revels in it, with that natty little bow tie, and the lab coat. He is almost utterly without guile. I am lucky that I watch Cavuto, because he features Bill, out of his uniform, the ever present lab coat. Once I recall his telling viewers what to do in the event of their being caught out in a thunderstorm on a golf course. Today, it was hurricanes. I could watch him explain how without friction, we would fly right off the planet for hours.
Bill studied at Cornell, under my first geek passion, Carl Sagan. I spent billions and billions of hours as a teen, working towards attending Cornell, only to discover that he did not really teach any undergrad coursework. Then he left his wife, I was hopeful, but he left her for Anne Druyan, who co-authored with him. I thought it grossly unfair, I was, after all much younger. But no.
After the last geek relationship, I have said good bye to geeks as romantic interests. I want someone who actually has an equal passion for life, that they have for Pythagorean Theorum. However, I could use one as a math tutor. I can still share the deep abiding love for Star Trek reruns. Math geeks are particularly useful for calculating tips on the fly. Chess geeks, while I dearly love them, are close to completely mentally unhinged.
In the meantime, whenever I see Bill, I will remember fondly, dating men that can't dress properly, can barely do their own hair, and seem to be so focused on the new sub-atomic particle theories, that they can barely put one foot in front of the other. Oh baby baby...
When my boys were young, and I was home schooling, the day revolved around watching two episodes of "Bill Nye, the Science Guy."
I am not sure if watching Bill was for them or for me.
I don't know what it is about Bill, but he is just the sexiest darn guy. He seems utterly aware of his geekdom, yet he revels in it, with that natty little bow tie, and the lab coat. He is almost utterly without guile. I am lucky that I watch Cavuto, because he features Bill, out of his uniform, the ever present lab coat. Once I recall his telling viewers what to do in the event of their being caught out in a thunderstorm on a golf course. Today, it was hurricanes. I could watch him explain how without friction, we would fly right off the planet for hours.
Bill studied at Cornell, under my first geek passion, Carl Sagan. I spent billions and billions of hours as a teen, working towards attending Cornell, only to discover that he did not really teach any undergrad coursework. Then he left his wife, I was hopeful, but he left her for Anne Druyan, who co-authored with him. I thought it grossly unfair, I was, after all much younger. But no.
After the last geek relationship, I have said good bye to geeks as romantic interests. I want someone who actually has an equal passion for life, that they have for Pythagorean Theorum. However, I could use one as a math tutor. I can still share the deep abiding love for Star Trek reruns. Math geeks are particularly useful for calculating tips on the fly. Chess geeks, while I dearly love them, are close to completely mentally unhinged.
In the meantime, whenever I see Bill, I will remember fondly, dating men that can't dress properly, can barely do their own hair, and seem to be so focused on the new sub-atomic particle theories, that they can barely put one foot in front of the other. Oh baby baby...
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