David Jack Wange Olrik

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Don't Forget Your Towel!

42 Utility TowelTomorrow is May 25th, also known as Towel Day amongst friends. This is the day where we celebrate the life and works of my favorite author of all time Douglas Adams ((Douglas is the reason for my weird obsession with the number 42)). Douglas is the author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a most excellent book about another book that is equally excellent. > A towel, it ((“It” being the > The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)) > says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar > hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can > wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of > Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded > beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can > sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert > world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy > River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round > your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the > Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid > animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you > can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of > course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean > enough.

So, do as the book says: “Don’t forget your towel!”