#150

Hello, all!
Here’s the link to our art. You may recognize a witch from before that has been relisted due to a non-paying bidder.


Our daughter has a lot on her plate, and we’re seeing less and less of her as she rushes to rehearsals, meetings, and work. But this week she also had a physics project to complete for school in which she and her partner had to design and build a contraption that would shoot a golf ball at least 20 feet. Each team gets three shots to try and get the ball closest to a target placed by their teacher. I’m not sure what the winner gets, but let’s hope it’s at least an A. Her partner wanted to build a catapult, but was eventually swayed by our daughter’s insistence that they build her design. Unfortunately, the physics in her head were not the same as the physics of the real world, and the design had to be abandoned after a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. . .with an emphasis on tears. So on the final weekend of the project, with her partner out of town, the two of us began building what I continuously referred to as “basically a slingshot.” As you can see from the pictures she formally gave it that name.


You can adjust the firing direction from left to right, and you can adjust the tension of the elastic bands.

Once her presentation is done at school, we’re naturally thinking of trying some flaming projectiles. What’s the worst that could happen?

-Dylan