When I was a kid I thought a lot about the moon. We were in a space race with the Russians, those evil communists, who wanted to plant their hammer and sickle flag right in the Man in the Moon’s left nostril and declare the entire celestial body a Soviet worker’s paradise.
What he wants: Red Corvette V8 convertible, dual exhaust, stick-shift, spoiler, black leather bucket seats. What she wants: Used Toyota Prius or some other hybrid in whatever color we can find. “It’s just a car!” What we get: Set of new tires, floor mats, and wash and wax for our 10-year-old minivan.
We are constantly bombarded with noise in our day-to-day lives. Most noises hardly even register in our consciousness because we’re so focused on the task at hand of annihilating alien life forms on our smart phones. But every once in a while a sound rises above the threshold of ignorability and we must decide what it means, and how we …[ Read More ]
If information were edible I’d have put on about 1000 pounds in the past year. The newspapers, the TV, my family, friends, even people standing in line at the grocery store have so much that they need to tell me, AND ITS VERY IMPORTANT! IT’S SO IMPORTANT THAT IT’S ALL IN CAPS AND THE FONT SIZES ARE SO BIG I …[ Read More ]
The coming self-driving vehicle revolution will eliminate millions of jobs from the economy. Not only will jobs like taxi-driver (and Uber driver) and truck driver be gone, but so will all the jobs that support these enterprises. If there are no truck drivers, then we’ll no longer need truck stops. A self-driving truck driver doesn’t need a shower, a motel …[ Read More ]
My first set of wheels was a red Radio Flyer wagon. My grandpa used to drag me to the butcher and the fish store in it, which always seemed like a lot of fun until he bought a bunch of chicken livers, or the fishmonger gave him a bag full of old fish heads to take home for our cat. …[ Read More ]