a blacksmith “The sun had sunk low in the west and, behind London’s dome of smoke, shone the color of a horseshoe when the farrier beats it out on the anvil.” (Stephenson 2004, 274) This passage is a great demonstration…
“In the case of an exponential creep-up, like Moore’s Law, the bend in the curve could look like a jump if you took your eye off the ball at the wrong time.” — Neal Stephenson
Polysllabic Spree: Stubborn Attachments
Cowen, Tyler. (2018). Stubborn Attachments. I read Cowen’s blog, Marginal Revolution, regularly. Although read is a misnomer. He is too busy writing and publishing for his academic career so most of his entries are curation of economics related stories: other…
Polysyllabic Spree: January 10, 2019
Cate, Martin. (2016). Smuggler’s Cove: Exotic Cocktails, Rum, and The Cult of Tiki. Berkeley: Ten Speed Press. About a week ago LEO told me about this book she found that would be great to help me plan and execute the…
Celebrating Diversity in the Mid-Term Elections
So, you’re celebrating a person’s victory based on race, sex, orientation and religion? That’s why people don’t like it. Intersectionality is the crap that people hate. Reducing someone to there immutable characteristics is absolutely immoral Those words are from…
“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” — William Faulkner
My Politics Series
One of the goals for this blog is to help me present my views to the world. This is important because it holds my views accountable.It forces me to refine and clarify until I am satisfied that the thought is…
Midterm Election Day! Egads!
It is another one of those days. I have been watching some of the political ads lately, admittedly the important ones are not running here, not that I am listening to local broadcasts of…anything. As always, they annoy me because…
100 Words: Roger Mais “Red Dirt Don’t Wash”
He stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, looking through the open pantry window with the dancing eyes of a boy about to receive a treat of good things. When his father finally addressed him he…