Month: January 2017

Make America Cry Again

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I realize I was raised in a small piece of the United States. I always referred to it as a "weird" part of California. Others referred to it as the Bay Area. You see, the Bay Area is weird in every sense of the word. It's a place where the minorities can sometimes be the majorities. It's a place where the stoners can sometimes be your professors. It's a place where the "American Dream" truly lives. Where if you work hard, you can make it. Where technology is often the currency of the day. It's one of the few places in the world where you can hear 3 or 4 different conversations happening in equally different languages. The only other place where

Let the sliding continue…

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​Science is more than a body of knowledge; it is a way of thinking. I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time—when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the key manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing,

A simple view of the world…

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About 3 years ago, our daughter was 4 years old and our son was very involved in motorcycle racing. As a result, she was very familiar with the sound engines made as the bikes accelerated. One day, as we were walking around the neighborhood, we encountered a hill. The hill was steep enough that in the past it had beaten her. This time however, we heard her making motorcycle engine noises as she peddled up her enemy. The closer she got to the top, the louder she got. She was super proud when she got to the top and proclaimed; "see daddy, I did it". At that point in her young life, I imagine she had associated the noises the engines made to