Hello Monday – Screamers, A Tire, and Banana

Screamers, a tire, and banana.

Something went wrong with the banana, triggering a ballistic reaction from little Miss Muffet.

Quickly! plan A. Put on her latest favorite distraction, Dreamwork’s “Trolls”.

Shuffle  through the array of remote controls from various manufacturers, looking for the matching devices, one for the TV, and one for the Blue Ray.  Found the matching remotes, good.

Getting the TV to the correct settings. Pressed the “input” button too many times. Cycle through TV, HDMI1, HDMI2, HDMI3, again. Stop. Blue Ray on, disk in, load, press play.

Finally, the opening scene where Poppi tells the history of Trolls and Bergens begins to assuage Miss Muffet’s outrage at the banana. Whatever was wrong with the fruit will remain an unsolved mystery.

Phew. DEFCON alert status can go back to GREEN.

Just after Poppi gets to the part where the Bergens find there are no Trolls to celebrate Trollstis, Nana returns with Mr. Chaos. She was supposed to be taking Mr. Chaos to his pre-school. I’m thinking, “There’s not going to be a Trollstis this morning”.

Nana, “Tire’s flat.”
I’m not awake.

Nana’s had her morning coffee, her morning news.
She’s rattling off what we need to do about the tire.

Nana, “Put on the spare. Take it down to Midas…”                                                                         I’m still not quite conscious.

Nana, “Do you want to stay here with the kids? I can take it to get the tires replaced.”

On any other day, Nana doesn’t leave the house, except for her ritual grocery shopping. I know she’s asking if I want to stay with kids because it will jolt me out of my slumber.

“No!” I blurt as I get up from the couch, mumbling and cursing her car’s tires and crappy rims.

Go to my cell on the second floor to seek tranquility while I wash away the seeds of slumber with a cup of coffee.

I’m not a morning person. I need the caffeine to take hold before I go out into the 33 degree F environment, to change a tire, or two. Most likely two tires. This isn’t the first time those tires have gone flat. Hopefully not two because there’s only one spare. In fact, its become a habit to pack the car with the portable air compressor.

“It’s those God damn rims. I know it is.”

Nana’s choice of vehicles tend to create a plague of misfortune and is something to explore, but not this morning.

I smolder over the fact that I have chosen to let my Subaru slumber in “Non-operational Status” because once again the tires on Nana’s vehicle are flat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Never Ending Lists of Projects. A Struggle for Finding the Optimal Method for Organizing Ideas.

Quite frequently I think about designing some gadget, gizmo, doohickey, or method, either for fun, efficiency, utility, or to see if I could do it and would it work. The issue with generating ideas is keeping them organized. I have only so much mental memory space, so when some brainchild is conceived I write it down on the nearest scrap of paper. I put it in my pocket, hopefully remembering it before it makes it to the wash, so that I can transfer it to a centralized location for later retrieval.

Next issue. The ideas never make it to a centralized location. I have an obsession/addiction for office products; therefore, I have multiple notebooks, folders, and file organizers. At least I try to put these ideas somewhere, but it’s not systemized. A recent culling of obsolete papers, I found a folder I created called “Method Development: SPE Waxes”. Years have gone by since I last worked on developing chromatography methods. Upon sight, it was like memories unzipped. It’s also a reminder that while I have to spend much of mental energy on work for someone else, some of these never get finished because as time passes there is no need to continue with the project.  It’s a circle jerk, where I’d like to be working on innovations, but there are only so many hours in the day, or the part you are waiting for is coming from China and before you get it you’re life gets interrupted, yada yada yada. Anyways, as I try to be organized, I’ve found that I have an organization strategy somewhat like a squirrel.

Peculiarities. I prefer hardcover 5 x 5 quad lab notebooks, but they’re kind of expensive, so I never have enough of them. I’d like to have a separate notebook for each contrivance I start to research, design, develop because I never know how many pages will be necessary. I dislike skipping x number of pages to a start researching a new idea, only to come back to the other and run out of pages before the idea is complete. There is also the problem of I’ve stepped away from one project because I got stuck, and then some time later the possible next step occurs to me, but I can’t remember which notebook I put it in because each notebook shares several projects.

And I really must stop here, for now, because I have other things to do. Like make more lists on random pieces of paper.

Email: Viral Creator Position

To whom this may concern:2017-01-15-06_01_19

It was brought to my attention that you are rummaging around the internet, scouting for viral creators. After scrutinizing your company’s website, I measure, you are not soliciting the garden variety virologist. If you need someone to spawn submicroscopic, parasitic particles of genetic material contained in a protein coat, I can be of utility.

Well, I will not waste anymore of your time; however, I desire to commend your team’s accomplishment. This fantastic evolution of the GIF application has provided me with yet another excuse for procrastination. Yes, this delightfully entertaining program does delay finishing the task at hand; however, I will argue that this tool stimulates the whimsical corridor of my cognitive processor.

I too aspire to someday be amongst a squad of binary wizards. Until then. Thank you.

Sincerely,
Your run of the mill virologist.

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Cars/Trucks/Buses: The Transportation Emissions Challenge

If we can get a handle on producing carbon neutral energy for supplying grid electricity, the other whopping challenge is transportation. I have a hard time believing that everyone will be driving electric vehicles in the near future. When I say near future, it’s relative. Lets just say that the change over will not be sooner than what is practically attainable. So with that, tackling the transportation emissions issue will greatly affect our ability to meet the emissions target, whatever that is. It will also impact the rate at which we are able to ween ourselves off from petroleum based fuels. Continue reading “Cars/Trucks/Buses: The Transportation Emissions Challenge”

Random Thoughts on Climate Change

I’ve already been through the mourning period, awhile ago. That’s apparent when the tone of my writing on the subject of climate change can be sarcastic, angry, and brutally realistic with a sliver of optimism.

Yep, it sucks.

I dislike how governments aren’t doing something drastic about it because it will cost too many of those green pieces of paper. Or how the fossil fuel industry won’t step up and do the right thing.

It pains me to hear there has been a surge of farmer suicides in India due to drought.

Realistically how can anyone be thinking about a ‘normal’ future for their children? Where extinction of life is occurring at every turn.

When I read some ridiculous excuse from a climate denier, I want to stab myself in the eye.

I sometimes volunteer at a thrift shop. I see the amount of stuff people drop off, to make room for more stuff. I ask myself, “is this what we are destroying the environment for?”

I hear there’s a concern that the local Sport Authority is going out of business. No more Aeropostale? This is absolutely idiotic.

I get sick reading capitalistic comments on the purchasing power of the US dollar. How a US citizen can buy more electricity, buy more meat, buy more things than a Venezuelan. Like it’s cool to be a gluttonous waste.

It bothers me to look out my window because 6 acres of forest were removed to build eco-houses. This little parcel of trees once enclosed a path for the urban deer.

I need to run the numbers.

Take Two Hours of Aspen Forest and Call Me in the Morning.

“Take two hours of Aspen forest and call me in the morning,” was one of those inspirational posts on my Facebook news feed. Most of the time I scroll by those because I can only handle so much stimuli; however, that one caught my eye, and I thought I sure could use a script of that.

The quote reminded me of how my father used to be a hypochondriac. He had become overly anxious about his health after the death of his father, and every time he went to visit the doctor his blood pressure would skyrocket.  The doctor recognized that my father was suffering from the “White Coat Syndrome,” which is a condition where the patient’s blood pressure rises while in a physician’s office, but is otherwise normal. After so many visits, the doctor became tired of trying to reassure him that he was healthy and out of impatience said, “Go shovel the driveway for an elderly neighbor.”

Perhaps some of us get so caught up in the rut of routine where life loses it’s luster leading to depression. Maybe the stress has built to a point where it can start to affect one’s health. Or the constant encouragement of advertisements has convinced you of what beauty is and you become anorexic. Is it conceivable to treat some of these without a drug prescription or years of mental health counseling?

Wouldn’t it be something if the doctor, instead of writing a script that was promoted by a pharmaceutical sales rep, wrote a prescription to spend a few hours twice a week in nature? Perhaps treating the patient’s self esteem could be done with regular doses of the spa, or trips to the salon.

Of course these treatments wouldn’t be suitable for all cases, but it’s something chew on. And the best part of it would be that your health insurance covers it!