A towel a day

As lame as it may sound, one of my best experiences in life has been reading a book. It was a book awesome to such levels that even Barney Stinson would concede that it is way awesome-r than he is. And that book is 'The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy'.

Now I can go on and on about why I love that book and what it means to me, but that would not matter to those who love/worship it like me, and would appear to be pointless rambling to those who (still) haven't experienced it. Being coherent is the last thing I would be able to do when talking about The Guide.

So why am I writing this post then you ask? Fair question. And the answer is that today is Towel Day, and I just wanted to do something to get that out to you. In the universe of The Guide, a towel is next to irreplaceable. In the words of the man himself:
A towel, it 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-bogglingly 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.More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)
So if you can, do not leave home without a towel today. You never know when you might need it ;-)

Also, have a look at these folks at flickr and their towel tales
And before I forget, thanks to Flickr blog for reminding me about today.