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Tomorrow is the first day of Autumn, one of my personal favorites of the four seasons.  In junior high social studies class we balanced an egg, which thinking back seems unusual for a project in social studies.  I believe it was less to do with any vague practice of balancing eggs in ancient cultures and more to do with my teacher’s own apparent fascination with oddities arisen of gravitational force.  So as an 11 year old I squatted in mute awe as an egg sat on its narrow end, quite as if that was its preferred position of rest.  To clarify, these were raw eggs; something about cooking the yolks makes balancing trickier, I guess.  It also works best around noon, so afterwards you can use the egg for a nice luncheon sandwich.