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Call Me Pop

Wed, 7 Jan 2026, 08:56 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

It’s not that I worked at NASA. It’s not that I was a software architect. It’s not even that I have been a teacher. The accomplishment of my life is my son, Ben. And now he and Sam are doing that themselves (despite his declarations years ago that he a “breeder” would not be).

Lila (5 pounds 10 ounces) arrived January 6. (What a riot!)

That makes me a grandfather. So just call me “Pop”.

2026

Thu, 1 Jan 2026, 07:40 AM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

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Silent Morning

Thu, 25 Dec 2025, 09:38 AM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

Turk's Cap blossoms in the backyard

Start of the Day

Sat, 20 Dec 2025, 08:42 AM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

They went up. They looked around. They came back down. What a way to start the day.

New Shepard 37 returning to earth under three main parachutes

The Day Before the Cold Front

Sat, 13 Dec 2025, 03:15 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

They say that a front is blowing thru tonite. In the meantime…

Imagine

Tue, 9 Dec 2025, 11:01 AM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

Krugman: America Has Become a Digital Narco-State

Imagine … if the United States were to legalize … heroin… [It] would quickly become a huge, multibillion-dollar industry [and] would become a significant part of GDP, even though heroin harms and often kills those who consume it. Given the increasingly naked corruption of U.S. politics, the heroin industry would be able to purchase massive political influence, enough to block any attempts to limit the harm it does.

If this story strikes you as extreme or implausible, here’s what you should know: replace “heroin” with “social media,” and this is a description of actual events.

Or replace “heroin” with “plastics” or “fossil fuels” or “opioids” or … 

Unbounded GDP growth. Ash nazg durbatulûk.

Silent Sunday

Sun, 7 Dec 2025, 07:57 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

Airbus vs. The Sun

Sun, 30 Nov 2025, 12:46 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

Search around a bit. Look for the terms “Airbus 320” and “radiation” and “grounding”. 

What you’ll find in most cases is a pseudo-technical summary of the so called “root cause” of the problem that led to the recent emergency Airbus 320 recall. It’s the sun, you see — solar radiation corrupted the flight computers. But search a bit more. What’s the prescribed fix? It’s to revert to the previous version of the flight software. 

Wait. What?

Reverting the software eliminates solar radiation corrupting the avionics!? Of course not. Reverting the software restores a capability that the avionics previously had: to be resilient to bad data. 

And so, it seems, it was not the sun. Not the radiation. Not corrupted data. These are proximate causes. The problem stemmed from a software update. Yet even that is a proximate cause. Don’t blame the update. Software mistakes happen.

No, this was a faulty update to critical flight software that didn’t get caught during testing. And so the root cause was a breakdown in the testing process.

The sun is off the hook.

Silent Sunday

Sun, 16 Nov 2025, 02:35 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

closeup photo of blue mist flower blossoms in our backyard

3 Ottos

Wed, 12 Nov 2025, 10:27 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

“Let me tell you how my day started, Mr. Hasan,” Matt said.

He was fidgeting in his chair, something he doesn’t usually do. He was particularly animated, waving his hands around with a huge smile on his face. And he wasn’t waiting for me to ask him how it started.

“My dad and I went to Taco Deli,” he said. “We go there in the mornings.”

“Mmm…Taco Deli,” I mused. 

“Let me tell you what I had…”

“An Otto,” I said, imagining the refried black beans, the bacon, the avocado, the cheese…

“That’s right!” he said. “But, let me tell you the best part.”

I was thinking chips. Coffee. Maybe another Otto.

“Three Ottos,” he exclaimed rather loudly. The students around him were listening intently. “My dad said I could have three. And I added an egg to each one! And that was just the beginning of…” 

The bell rang. It was time to pass out the Unit 3 test.

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