The History of My Low Hanging Fruit

A friend, Tommy Guns., in an attempt to explain his life philosophy on his standards for women, once described a "low hanging fruit" scenario. While attending a party at The Mansion on O Street, instead of going for the most attractive, intelligent woman: he settled, as many of us do. Our "low hanging fruit" philosophy is to give as little effort as humanly possible, and still get by fine.

We pondered and discussed, ranted and raved, and finally decided that in our life decision to choose the lowest hanging fruit, we have settled on mediocrity: not with all things, but enough to talk about.

The mission statement for this blog is to tell stories, discuss life choices, and relish in our own mediocrity.

These acts of mediocrity can be explained in small anecdotes or lavish stories: no tale is too huge and no narrative too tiny. To provide some stimulus, I will share a small story about my new life as a bachelor.

Nov. 1 - move into new basement apartment. No longer than 3 hours after moving into my new spot - SNAP goes the chain that makes my toilet flush. Therefore I must either reach my hand into standing toilet back water, or use my newly fashioned turbo flusher (a lacrosse handle). After choosing to just use my hand most times, I must then waddle to the sink with pants around the ankles - a very mediocre thing to do.

Dec. 10th - friend, Drew Hornby, flies in from Hawaii to celebrate my birthday and attend friend's wedding (which I crashed with him - free food and dancing? Why not?). No longer than 30 minutes of being in my apartment, he has fashioned a ghetto rigged, lime green shoelace into a chain: my toilet now works.

My mediocre choice for almost a full month and a half: the hand flush - in my own defense, the toilet was still very usable, just very mediocre.

I hope this story can inspire others to share their own acts of mediocrity.




posted by Gregory A. Rose, University of Mary Washington 2006, My Low Hanging Fruit created Dec. 13th 2009