Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Vote for the Delegates

I’ve been excited about this Presidential election.  For the first time in many years, a candidate who has a chance of winning is saying what needs to be said.  Yay, Bernie!

I’ve been giving out literature telling people where and when their polling place is open.

Only yesterday, I learned that pressing the button beside Bernie’s name isn’t enough.

In addition to voting for Bernie, I need to vote for delegates to go to the National Democratic Convention.

Philadelphia PA gets 10 delegates.  The ballot listed 6 Bernie delegates and 10 Hillary delegates, plus 1 Hillary alternate. Since it is unlikely that either candidate will get more than 60% of the vote, voting for 6 is enough.  But it looks like voting for the delegates is more important than voting for the candidate, since they will cast the votes at the convention where the decision will be made.

I see no sense in this extra layer of voting.  Since it exists, I see no sense in keeping it a secret.  I’m one of those people who never read the agreements when I install software on my computer. I just agree to whatever it says.  When I actually have a choice, I want to know the full meaning of all the fine print.

Vote for the delegates.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Your Face Will Freeze That Way

Google Hangouts was slow and pixelated.  One of the threats from my childhood finally came true.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Dust Masks

This morning, while walking my dog, I saw men using power tools to destroy sidewalk. They looked like somebody had hired them to do this – it wasn’t wanton destruction. Powdered cement filled the air.  I walked my dog upwind and noticed that the men were not wearing masks.

I stopped and asked them if they had dust masks to wear.  No, they hadn’t been given masks. They seemed to think this was an odd question.  I thought about going to the hardware store, buying masks and bringing them back. But I didn’t think these men would wear them unless their boss ordered them to do so.

Instead, I called 311.  This is the number for all and sundry city questions. Clearly the representative had never had such a question before. I kept being put on hold.  Finally she said she’d take care of it.

I’ve heard that before.  I’ve been trying to get a collapsed sidewalk over a street drain repaired for months.  The sidewalk now has two orange warning cones on it.  No repairs.

I’ve been trying for years to get them to repave Girard Avenue. They repave other streets in far better condition every few years (they buy poor quality asphalt, probably for short term savings), but they ignore Girard.

When I reported a fallen electrical line, they had that fixed within a few days.

When my husband reported a monster pothole, they sent him an email claiming they had fixed it. They hadn’t.  He reported it again, with a photo from his cell phone.  They came out and really fixed it.

Sometimes calling them works.  These guys won’t be working on this spot in a few days.  This is the kind of thing that needs to be done today.  I think it would be great if police cars had stashes of dust masks in their trunks and police, doing their rounds, could hand them out.  The men would not refuse to wear something the police gave them.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016


No humans are native to the Americas.

Everybody who lives in the Americas today either came here personally, or is descended from someone who did, or who was dragged here against their will.

The people who live in this hemisphere are adventurers, people who want a better life for themselves and their families, explorers, pioneers, and survivors.

We can discover where people came from by looking at the DNA in their mitochondria. Mitochondria are transmitted by eggs only.  Not sperm. Mitochondria are in every cell of our bodies. They contain DNA that is not in the cell nucleus. This DNA is from the mother only. Mitochondrial DNA is the same in all children of the same mother, the same maternal grandmother, and so on through the generations.

The so-called “indigenous people” or “native Americans” have 4 unique mitochondrial DNA sequences.  These mitochondrial DNA sequences are also present in Siberians. Therefore, all the so-called “native Americans” are descended from four Siberian women who probably came here with men, or possibly traveled while pregnant.

People aren’t native to Siberia either. People originated in Africa. But since that happened a long time ago, people tend to describe themselves in terms of the country they lived in before they came to the Americas.

Therefore, I propose the term Siberian-Americans or First Americans as the most accurate term to use, rather than “native Americans” or “indigenous people.”

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Pop Art on Pop Bottles

I just visited the pop-art exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

Two exhibits I hadn’t seen before fascinated me for different reasons.  The first because I’m taking a drawing class. The effectiveness of this minimalist drawing comes from the ability of the artist to pick out the identifying characteristics that prompt recognition.

And the second because I used to collect pop bottles and take them to the store for the 3 cent refund.  It never occurred to me to read them, let alone look for secret messages.

Then again, they were tricky to read when empty.

Friday, March 11, 2016

The Wisdom of Radishes

In the scientific community, there’s a saying: “Truth is repeatable data.”

Before publishing a paper in a scientific journal, the researcher is expected to make sure the results can be duplicated.  

Other labs are also supposed to be able to follow the directions in the published paper, and see duplicate results.

Most of the time, this works. Most scientists are honorable people who care about Truth.

Therefore it makes the news when somebody attempts to duplicate an experiment, and gets different results.

This week the culprit is a paper about depleting ego. In this experiment, the researchers baked chocolate chip cookies.  And while the room was still filled with the warm enticing aroma, they put out a plate of the freshly baked cookies, and a plate of radishes.

The researchers then asked one group of students to eat the radishes, and another to eat the chocolate chip cookies.

After snack time was over, the researchers gave an impossible-to-solve puzzle to all the students.  The ones who ate the radishes attempted to solve it for an average of 8 minutes.  The ones who ate the cookies, spent an average of 19 minutes trying to solve it.

The researchers concluded that
1) students with strong egos try longer to solve puzzles
2) radishes are ego-depleting
3) cookies are ego-enhancing

I reached different conclusions.

1) Smart students can see when a puzzle is impossible and don’t waste their time
2) Radishes are intellectually stimulating
3) Students can be bought – the ones who got the cookies felt they owed the researchers more of their time

In this case, it’s not the data that constitute Truth. It’s the interpretation of the data.  

Sunday, March 6, 2016

A Writer's Dilemma

Getting an idea for a new story is a high.  Writing it, solving the problems that come up, bringing it to a satisfying conclusion is another high. Then I let it sit for a week or a month. And if I still like it (often after some tweaks and twiddles, or maybe a plot twist or five) I take it to my writing group.  If they have suggestions that make sense to me, I do another round of rewrites.  Then I send out to agents and editors. 

Then come the rejects.  I’m no piker at this.  I have a list of agents who sell the sorts of things I write.  I’ll do 4 at a time for weeks.  My list has over 100 agents.  I also have about a dozen publishers on my list, who read unagented stories.  The rejects pour in.

And I wonder if I’m fooling myself.  My friends know enough to be critical of my work.  If they say they like it, they mean it.  They know I appreciate a good criticism far more than praise, even if in their opinion, it’s earned.  I’m not good at accepting compliments.

But over 100 rejects.  What does that mean?  I’ve certainly read about books that became famous best sellers getting rejects before they were published. 

I’ve also had books published. My books have won awards.  But they don’t sell well once they are published, which makes publisher hesitant to accept work from me.  My books are not profitable.  They’d rather have a new name.

So, after much consideration, I created a new name and an email address to go with it.  So far, the story I’m sending out with that name is getting rejects.

This story is a picture book. Therefore, I decided to commission a cartoon based on the story. Once that is complete, I’ll enter it into contests for animated cartoons under 15 minutes.  

There must be some way to get an audience for my stories.  And get some income from them. A few days of being high is not reward enough.