Viruses are small. All filters are not created equal. Idiocy abounds. Our citizenry is downright ignorant about basic dimensions. The gap between the average citizen’s entry-level scientific literacy and that necessary to function in a semi-technical society is about one parsec.
My spam filter caught an entertaining e-mail offer today:
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Why would this make a cynic smile? Well, it was the unsolicited sender’s e-mail address:... [Read More]
DONALD TRUMP: I’ve been told by my many sources, good sources – they’re very good sources – that the chicken crossed the road. All the Fake News wants to do is write nasty things about the road, but it’s a really good road. It’s a beautiful road. Everyone knows how beautiful it is.
Growing up in Washington state, I thought 60 degrees was pool weather. I would beg my mom to get out the “royal” plastic blow up pool. It was inches deep for ours was a small “kingdom”. We had another pool that was about 18 inches deep with a thin metal circle around it to give form to the inner plastic. What I never had was a pool like in this picture. I would have wanted more color and a slide. Not one palm tree or a bird was on it. Why didn’t my parents love me?
I had just gone up about the equivalent of 90 stories of stairs and someone had the audacity to tell me in a sign what not to do. Am I a child? Do I need a sign to be told what should not be done? Who do they think they are? In the end to keep harmony and peace I wimped out. I didn’t sprint up the final five flights of stairs! The sign said, “Don’t run!” I was disappointed because if the sign had not been there I would have loped up like a gazelle.
Last night, I dreamed that I hit someone’s old truck—but then I took a second look, and wasn’t so sure it happened. So my solution was to get the owner, show him his truck, and say, “Do you notice anything different about your bumper?” Remember this next time you run into someone’s vehicle in the parking lot and are not sure what to do.