Animal, Vegetable, or E. O. Wilson

I was discussing this issue on another venue, and I went back and re-read one of my previous posts. I thought it was worth repeating, so I’m re-posting it here.    Buoyed by the equal parts of derision and support I received for writing in “I am So Tired Of Malthus” about how humans are…

Recusal and Refusal

When Robert Mueller was appointed Special Counsel to look into the to-date totally evidence-free allegations of collusion between Trumpworld and Russia, I had no problem with Mueller’s long and very close personal and professional friendship with James Comey, the ex-Director of the FBI. Their relationship has been described as “mentor  –  mentee” and “teacher –…

Your Work Product Isn’t Yours

My older brother is a genius. No hyperbole, a legit genius. During the time he was working for Hewlett-Packard, eventually ending up as the head of one of Hewlett-Packard’s two research labs, he made a number of discoveries and advances which were patented. However, none of the patents were in his name. Instead, because they…

Suicidal Murderers

I grew up on a remote cattle ranch with no phone or tv. So as kids we played games with each other. One was called “Would you push a button?”. Well, the game didn’t have an actual name, but one of us kids would ask another kid a question like “Would you push a button…

Fixing The Brakes

The brakes on our van have been shuddering, so I took it to Valley Tire and Brake. I was in town and had to wait, so I took a walk. Not far from VT&B there’s a lovely section of tree-shaded creek. It’s in the city, so it has concrete sidewalls, but it’s peaceful and pretty…

Tunes Played On A Tropical Piano

After I wrote my last piece about my trip to Fiji, things have just been moving too fast to write. I’ll just take up where I left off, at Janice’s Skinny Bean Cafe in Pacific Harbour. It’s in a large complex of shops and apartments called “Arts Village”. I used to live in one of…