War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Foggy and chilly this early Thursday on California’s north coast as we wind-down the work week — seemingly, not fast enough, though. We closing in on the weekend, but at a snail’s pace. In a couple of weeks, I will ‘retire’ (“…do not think it means what you think it means.”) and what happens next…
The more the work, the better the result, as even the waste off marijuana, or ‘hemp,’ can produce more than a high — how about a energy boost? Via the BBC: They “cooked” cannabis bark into carbon nanosheets and built supercapacitors “on a par with or better than graphene” – the industry gold standard. Electric…
Under the weight of Robin Williams, came word yesterday of another Hollywood death — one of my most-favorite, the most-wonderful, Lauren Bacall. She was old, though, and went out the normal way at age 89. Although she’d been out out the major spotlight for decades, Bacall was the epitome of the modern woman — quick-lipped,…
Does bad news get worse? Sometimes, and lately, a lot: “We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But…
Overcast with a misty, damp fog this way-early Tuesday on California’s north coast, and the season continues — summer is about gone with fall casting a falling shadow on us all. And for the northern part of the state, a ‘Red Flag Warning‘ due to the totally-ridiculous weather phenomena of storms with no rain: Dry…
Ground fog and darkness this early, way-too-soon Monday — and this morning, along with the night, no electrical power. Although it’s been a long while since there’d been any kind of power outage around here, it’s still not any fun waking up to a deep–dark. The clock radio was silent and with no little light…
Last Friday 40 years ago, Dick Nixon quit. He babbled a few words, jumped on a helicopter after performing his standard idiot’s wave, and flew home to somewhere near the house his daddy built. I watched most of the episode, or at least the most-dramatic parts, on varied-sized television screens in the TV-repair department at…
Fog and overcast again here on California’s north coast, but the ordinary is punched out of significance by it being Friday — yipee, yipee. Days seem to get shorter and shorter — weeks and months seemingly even faster. This is the most-interesting, and most-terrifying little period in recent world history. Seemingly, the entire earth is…
Fog bound Thursday morning here on California’s north coast, and quiet. Only folks up right now are insomniacs, meth-heads and me. At least the weekend is only hours away. Life nowadays appears as if on a fault line — if the heat don’t get you, Ebola will. Fright off all kinds of shit boil up…
Deep ground fog this early Wednesday here on California’s north coast, and a bit on the chilly side, as we clutch our way on down through the work week. Hard to fathom the summer’s almost over, and fall is falling hard at us. History is past participle to the allusion of the future. In a…
