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Archive of posts filed under the mind category.
SHOUTING IN ALL CAPS ABOUT THE WEATHER
As Sandy converges on our stark, inevitable fate, people outside the weather nerd community are being again confronted by our dark, uncomfortable question – why do the official forecasts always make it seem like they’re shouting? Why do the forecasters always write in all caps? There are times when this feels right: FLOOD WATCH FOR …
if you don’t hear from me, I wanted this on the record
The hidden dangers of water planning
Regional water planning, it turns out, is the first step toward One World Government: The Integrated Regional Water Management Plan may sound harmless, but it is part of this “regionalization” program. Control of water on rural lands will transfer from landowners to government control agents or “water masters,” who will begin their work imposing limits …
in search of a punchline
So Pablo Picasso, Frank Lloyd Wright and Miles Davis walk into a bar….
“Mind the gap”
The bird in Regent’s Park seemed goose-like enough. But too small, and with the dark and light bits in the wrong places. I grabbed my pocket guide. “Unlike much larger Canada Goose, black extends over breast and body is grey (not brown).” Ah yes, the Barnacle goose. Check. In London’s Underground, a cheery female voice …
Layers of history
The geography of human history comes in layers. We are often drawn to the same spots over time for the same reasons, building on what came before – often literally “on”, as in “on top of”. Or we come to the same spot because that’s where the people already are. But the historical layering of …
Rivers and human geography
Water draws me: There are no “rivers” proper in the part of Southern California where I grew up. Perhaps that’s why I’m so drawn to water. Or maybe it’s just part of the human condition? I can imagine an evolutionary benefit to being drawn to water. Whatever. Wherever I am, I end up walking to …
Coming clean
It would be wrong to say I harbored a dark secret lo these many years. Because it was only yesterday afternoon that I realized, “Wait, I’m just like Lance Armstrong! I was a doping cyclist!” At least, it appears I might have been. OK, not entirely just like Armstrong. Like Armstrong, I’m maybe a bit …
We were reporters once, and young
A treasure found in an old file drawer – a 1995 congressional press pass: