May 25th, 2016 Posted 8:09 am
May 24th, 2016 Posted 8:12 am
But Happy 75th to Bob Dylan.
May 23rd, 2016 Posted 8:13 am
… in dealing with the nation within? Academia makes the call.
May 22nd, 2016 Posted 8:55 am
Bernie lowered the rifle. “Funny, huh?” he said. Whatever the joke was, I didn’t get it, and Bernie didn’t look amused either. “Time and space,” he said. “We’re in the exact same space as the shooter, just not at the same time, that’s all. But – “ He turned, came over, gave me a pat. “But aren’t they curved, time and space? Isn’t that what Einstein tells us? Therefore the lines are blurred, and by extension, the shooter is still here, at least partly.”
Did this make sense to me, any at all? Well, does it to you? Honestly, now. I opened my mouth real wide, stretched out my jaw, cleared my head, making it feel all nice and empty; and at that moment caught the pot smell again, stronger than before. I turned, followed the scent. It led me part way around the spiky bush and then under. I ducked down, felt a spiky jab or two and then: the butt end of a joint, on the ground in plain view.
“On the other hand,” Bernie said, “what about quantum mechanics?”
I barked again
“And suppose string theory – “ Bernie began.
I barked once more, sharply this time.
– from THEREBY HANGS A TAIL.