Damn, y'all,
you don't know what you're putting me through with all these proposed projects. Last night I actually woke up - like 2.30 am, or something - all confused and tired after having dreamt quite vividly (bordering on nightmarish) of tangential equations, CAD surface meshing, the most advantageous placing of a gurney flap, single form airfoil drag-to-downforce parameters and the basic structural geometry and longitudinal sections of an LMP2 canopy. In other words, some rather unconscious part of my mind began working the stuff without my explicit permission.
Sheesh.
Now I'm slightly puzzled over whether I should just ignore these sorta things actively (I do have several undertakings and challenges that by all conceivable logical standards are more timely, urgent, more straightforwardly beneficial etc. ...) or somehow get it out of my system. Oh well. I just had to hazmot since this was the first frelling time that an imaginary car, of all things, has awoken me from "fast asleep". An apt term, if one dreams of racecars. Ha, ha.
The story has it, btw, that one mr. Singer came up with his invention after some imaginary character in one of his dreams threatened to kill him with a spear if he didn't invent a sowing machine. The dream/nightmare recurred and mr. Singer observed that the threatening fella had a hole in the tip of his menacing spear, not in the rear as in a conventional needle. And thus, he had come up with the basic invention that made the sowing machine possible.
This is not to say that I'd believe for a moment that my experience was anywhere near as fundamentally inventive as mr Singer's. But it just goes to show that there's a lot more going on in one's head than is immediately obvious. And it might be pretty specific stuff at that.
OK, my inessential rant is over. I'll be back to this thread, though, risking to excite my imagination with this stuff once again.
