Sept. 2: Rock flipping day

How I love it when grown-ups remember important stuff like rock flipping. Today I read in Sheep days about this important initiative. This led me to Via Negativa where I learned more about it.

I started and stopped writing various posts today, including one about Che Guevara in the Congo, another one about carbon sinks and environmental credits, and other subjects that somehow don't work for a Friday evening at the office, waiting to leave for a beer and then dinner with the usual suspects. While these extremely serious subjects didn't pan out, thinking and writing about rock flipping did, so I decided to join in the announcement of Sept 2, rock flipping day.

Picking rocks is an old hobby of mine. Looking for the "perfect" rock I have stumbled upon interesting and sometimes scary animals. When I was five or six I picked up a fairly large rock and found what I thought was a "giant worm" and turned out to be a poisonous snake. The memory is still fresh, and I can hear my father saying "Mija, ¡eso es un cantil!"

That's the sexiest rock flipping story I could remember.

The picture above is from Mvudi, a recreational place outside Kinshasa where I spent a few hours last year picking and flipping rocks with friends' kids.

I'll have my camera ready for the 2nd.