POETS Day! William Faulkner’s Go at Anachronism
They are as youthful as cool spring grass. They also have the defects of youth—youth’s impatience, unsophistication and immaturity.
The content of our discontent
Ukraine and the Axis of Evil
If you believe that Iran, North Korea, and China are hostile powers, why are you working to advance their goals when it comes to Russian aggression in Ukraine?
Mini-Throughput: Rockets Rockets Everywhere
It’s been crazy week or two for space. But it was also a crazy week for rockets, with no less than three major launches in the span of a week.
The Election’s Home Stretch
It may be difficult to believe, but Election Day is two weeks from today.
Performative Politics is Weak Sauce for Disaster Relief
Whatever else can be said about MAGA Republicans, they do love a good show.
Campaign Scratchpad: Known Unknowns
Making the outcome a known unknown to anyone that isn’t very motivated in their thinking. There’s a lot of motivated thinking out there, though.
Saturday Morning Gaming: Killing a White Dragon
That’s my first dragon since the 80s. And it might have been the best night of D&D in my whole life.
Hamas, Anyar Sinwar, and The Grand Delusion
The lay of the land in a world where America can’t control other nations who feel a need to act in their own best interest.
On the Dodgers, Postseason Baseball, and Growing Up
The playoffs become Groundhog’s Day, and it breeds numbness and apathy. But this year, it feels different.
POETS Day! Why Is Tom Bombadil?
If you correctly type “semillon” the first result is the Wikipedia page for Tolkien’s Silmarillion. Good for Tolkien, but bad for Sauternes and trimmed sauvignon blanc.
Weekend Plans Post: Thinkin’ ’bout Numbers
A fun and funny problem solved involving things lost in translation
Panda Diplomacy
Many see China wanting to expand its regional influence. By force, if necessary. And what does the U. S. get for its mounting troubles? Two lousy pandas.
Megalopolis Is Terrible And Everyone Should See It
When does an artist lose his touch? Is it when he exhausts his creative impulses, or is it when those around him stop telling him “no,” and hubris consumes his output?
