I was a victim of time distortion. Needlessly, I might add, but victimized nevertheless. My old nemesis, amperage-interrupting fatigue, has returned, one of the many symptoms of CLL. Some days are better than others, but some days the power just goes out. I had two days like that this week, Tuesday and Thursday. There’s not…
The Mando camp is underway. I have had the great fortune of reacquainting myself with many friends I met last year, some of whom have returned from every point on the compass from around the globe. The number of Aussies attending is remarkable, thus this remark. France, Denmark, and Sweden are represented, too. I will…
“I love your positive attitude!” said many to others. “Your positive attitude is amazing!” said yet many more to the same others. “I don’t know how you can keep such a positive attitude!” said many more yet to the same others who were starting to find this all just a bit tedious. “Bleccchhhh!” said the…
Do you ever have a racing mind? Mine is going ninety miles an hour. I can’t sleep. All I can do is think of electrons, masses of electrons, and how they will be safely connected underground to feed new buildings while keeping existing buildings serviced and working properly so overhead lines can come down that…
I have come to loathe August in the Mississippi I love. It saps my strength. It strains my soul. The hot torpor, the burning sun, the rising afternoon humidity makes every move an effort worthy of Atlas, as it seems the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders, and I cannot breathe. Every shallow,…
Several of you have e-mailed me since my hiatus from FaceBook, wondering if I am OK since I have not posted to my blog in a while. I am making it, me and this ruxolitinib, making it in spite of the August torpor, miasma, and malaise that strikes Mississippi every year. August is the most…
I spent this past weekend in July binding five complete volumes of THE CHRONIC DIARIES. I think I did a pretty good job with the sewn bindings, leather spines, and leather covers. A professional bookbinder might snicker a bit at my work, but if I had a large book-press instead of the make-shift press I…
“Champion of the Underclass,” Bill Clinton said about his wife. “I get along with the middle class and the poor people better than I get along with the rich people,” said Donald Trump. And who cares anything about what Lena Dunham may have said at any time about anything? Do you? Really? Does Donald Trump…
The irony of the Democratic National Committee (DNC) erecting an eight foot high four mile long fence around convention headquarters in Philadelphia bears mention, and I cannot let it pass. No doubt, there will be armed security all along the perimeter of the fence, because someone must mind the fence. Who are they trying to…
British Thermal Units (BTU) are a standard measurement for a unit of work (energy). One BTU is the amount of work needed to raise 1 LB of water by 1°F. In the international engineering world at large, it has given way to the Joule, much like the meter and kilo have supplanted our British Foot…
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