Many mornings we have strawberries for breakfast. I wash them for both of us and slice them. One morning I came upon a moldy strawberry. This, in and of itself, is not that uncommon. Naturally, I try to minimize the instances of this happening to our strawberries because I hate to be wasteful. I blame myself; this should not have happened. That is, I either picked ones that were moldy (or close to it) or waited too long to eat them. I curse and toss it in the compostable bin.
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I started watching The Walking Dead a number of years ago. Without giving away too much of the plot, it is a television series about the zombie apocalypse; it’s certainly an interesting genre. I got emotionally vested in the characters, so I continued to watch. Being an engineer, I elect to selectively forget and give artistic license to how zombies continue to move even if they don’t necessarily fuel up, as in consume ‘food’, though I still have the ‘conservation of energy’ voice screaming in my head.
Apart from that, another element that tickles my fancy is the engineering logistics to surviving. This part of it is not unique to the zombie apocalypse, but also applies to apocalypse in general. You’ll often see elements of this if you were to watch doomsday prepper shows. I have a friend who has aptly labeled TWD as ‘misery porn’.
This is a puzzle that I first heard in high school; it was during a summer program in the mid 1980’s. It goes like this:
A man drives in a car with his son; they tragically get into a car accident. The father dies at the scene; the son, badly injured, is taken into the local hospital by the ambulance.
At the hospital, the doctor examines the patient and says, “I can’t operate on this boy; he’s my son.”
Now, explain how this is possible. I’ll allow you to ponder on that one for a few minutes. Continue reading “To be or not to be American”
As I sat in my high school Anatomy & Physiology class, I distinctly remember our teacher, Mrs. Nesselroth telling us that it was the absence of brain waves that is the definitive threshold to death. That is the point of no return.
We bombarded her with questions of ‘heart stopping’ and the like, but there have been instances of coming back from those. The one definitive line is the absence of brain waves. It’s now literally decades later and I still remember that lesson.
Did I mention that in high school I entertained the idea of becoming a doctor?
I remember first hearing the story of The Tortoise and the Hare when I was a young child. I think I heard it in English so it would’ve been when I was around ten. I was in a bilingual classroom, and there were kids from first to fifth grade, so I had to tolerate many activities aimed for younger kids.
I remember the tale pretty distinctly. I imagine that different people may interpret it differently, and that’s their right; there are many discussions about the interpretation of this story. For me, it served as a cautionary tale. It speaks to what happens when you have such great potential, but you’re lackadaisical about your ability and squander it.
I have been told many times that my memory is exceptional. I’m not saying this to brag; it’s just what I’ve been told. I’ve described it in the past as a figurative landfill of information, but that gives the impression that it’s all useless.
Lately I’ve come up with a better analogy. My memory is much like a vast collection of Lego bricks. Individually, each piece may not necessarily form a particular shape that is immediately coherent, but given enough of them and arranged in the right ways, it starts to show detail and convey and idea.
Being multi-cultural and generally left-brained, there are some ideas that crystalize in my mind that may never cross most people’s minds. Humans are social animals and there are standards by which we conduct ourselves; if we didn’t what we think of as civilized society would collapse. “Thou shalt not kill” is generally one that we accept. Naturally, there are others. For the purposes of this discussion, I’m referring to the rules here in the United States, I don’t pretend to know the nuances in other countries.