Don’t Blame the Beans

Don’t Blame the Beans

A metaphor, because sometimes they’re fun: You need to eat. You go to your fridge and find: OPTION #1: Leftover three-bean salad your wife made a week ago. It smells awfully funky and the beans are covered in a viscous, smeary goop. OPTION #2: Leftover chicken...
God Help Us

God Help Us

Some admittedly limited reflections on the 2024 Presidential debate, written in real time as the debate occurs: 6:02PM — I realize I have more mustard options on the shelves of my fridge than I do choices for President of this country. 6:03PM — I question who this...
Use the Machine, Dummy

Use the Machine, Dummy

I was hand-washing some dishes the other day when I began to wonder, Why? Why am I washing dishes by hand when we have a perfectly functional dishwashing machine? We already own the dishwasher plus the soap needed to run it, the machine is conveniently located...
Kludging It

Kludging It

In the February, 1962 issue of Datamation magazine, the would-be computer designer could learn from J.W. Granholm, an esteemed engineer with The Boeing Company and General America Corporation, about “one of the most beloved words in (modern computer) design...
Conserving Time

Conserving Time

It’s the same thing every spring — on the second Sunday in March we dutifully set our clocks forward and “spring ahead” into Daylight Savings Time, after which we all spend the next several days in a tired, confused and generally discombobulated miasma. After...