<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:05:11.998-07:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>the (public) Fool for all Seasons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1334308163368187537</id><published>2009-10-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:15:28.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventions as Nobel Prizes.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's happened again and for the  4th time, the Nobel Prize has been awarded for an invention.  Nobel's will specifically says the award should be for a discovery or an invention, but there has historically been some apparent bias against inventions.  Even when great new experimental inventions such as the bubble chamber led to many great discoveries, it was the discoveries, not the invention itself, that won the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inventions winners are (and this is my own editing to make it more understandable)&lt;br /&gt;1909, Guglielmo Marconi and Karl Ferdinand Braun, Wireless Telegraphy&lt;br /&gt;1912, Nils Gustaf Dalen, automatic gas regulators for lighthouses and buoys.&lt;br /&gt;2000, Zhores I. Alferov and Herbert Kroemer, Diode laser (used in fiberoptic communications, laser scanners of all kinds, and CD, DVD, and blueray players)&lt;br /&gt;     Jack S. Kilby, Integrated Circuit&lt;br /&gt;2009, Charles K. Kao, Fiber Optics&lt;br /&gt;      Willard S. Boyle and George E. Smith, CCD imaging device (used in digital cameras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Kroemer in a colloquium I attended years ago, the 88 year break was something of a backlash to Dalen's prize.  (The following is my explanation, not Kroemer's.)  While the gas regulators were a tremendous boon to shipping on the rocky shores of Scandanavia, they were basically an engineering feat not a unique new application of physics for a revolutionary device.    Many felt that choice had lessened the value of the prize so inventions were passed over for many decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm glad to see that inventions are back, that they are being chosen with care, but are in fact excellent examples of putting basic physics to practical use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1334308163368187537?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1334308163368187537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1334308163368187537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1334308163368187537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1334308163368187537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/10/inventions-as-nobel-prizes.html' title='Inventions as Nobel Prizes.'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-7811675564777985793</id><published>2009-09-13T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:27:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Journey</title><content type='html'>Well, for a long time I've been wanting to try and sail from Long Beach to Cabrillo Beach in San Pedro and back.  Yesterday I finally made my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's friend Mezzie Montooth was kind enough to come with me, and even though it was her first sailing experience she was the best trooper I've had yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out beautiful and as we cruised through San Pedro Harbor (where the oil islands are) I thought it was a perfect day for the assault.  The breeze was steady but not too strong and in a good direction.  I made it past the Long Beach entrance to the harbors and past most of Long Beach Harbor without incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as we tried to make it past the Los Angeles entrance and the waves got choppy and the wind picked up.  There were even white caps on the waves which is the first sign that it may be too windy for a small boat like mine.  Then a wave and a wind shift made me accidentally TACK and I decided to sail more conservatively.  Unfortunately, that made it even harder to make progress into the wind.  Meanwhile, poor Mezzie was being sprayed by each wave we went over, was soaked to the bone and starting to get cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally made the right decision and turned around.   Even that was tricky though.  As I came about the mainsheet got tangled and nearly tipped the boat.  Still we managed to get it righted with out tipping.  We did start taking water over the rail though so it was the closest I have come in this boat yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailing with the wind was much easier and we quickly made it back into calmer waters.  Unfortunately, as I docked, my tiller broke so I don't know how I will deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally looked it up on a map I wanted to cry.  We had probably made it more than 90% of the way, and if I had known just how close we were I might have pressed on, but I think it was the right decision anyway.  (I tried to get a map of the trip on google maps or mapquest, but haven't figured out how to get a full picture of it saved so I can post it here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get the tiller fixed I think I'll stay inside the bay for the rest of the Fall and Winter and try another assault on San Pedro in the Spring.  It was certainly the longest and best sail I've had in my Dinghy yet, and was a lot of fun.  Thanks again Mezzie, that sail rocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-7811675564777985793?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/7811675564777985793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=7811675564777985793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7811675564777985793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7811675564777985793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/09/sail-journey.html' title='Sail Journey'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6752964303834191373</id><published>2009-08-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:48:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Movies and Scripts</title><content type='html'>I've watched or finished watching several movies in the past several weeks and I've come to a couple of conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good movie really depends on a good script.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When movies add or toss things to get a certain rating it really degrades the movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movies I've seen or completed recently include&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transformers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G.I. Joe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Her Majesty's Secret Service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;One might expect G.I. Joe and Transformers to be similarly good or bad movies.  Both a near future sci-fi action flicks that strain credulity, but whereas the script for Transformers was painfully bad, the script for G.I. Joe was surprisingly tight and well crafted.  The action moved neatly, the humor was silly but enjoyable, the storyline was good and managed to both tie up the action neatly and set the stage for a sequel.  Quite honestly it was probably the best movie in that genre I've seen in a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holes and On Her Majesty's Secret Service also illustrate the power of a good script.  OHMSS was about as low on techno-gadgets and action as any Bond movie I've seen.  (It is unique in many ways such as being the only one with George Lazenby, one of very few where Bond falls in love (gets married even) and in spite of the name, most of the action is renegade work done outside of official business.)  But I thought the coherence and overall flow were great.  (And I know everybody says Pussy Galore is the best Bond-girl, but Tracy Bond would drive all over her a--.  I've found my favorite Bond Girl.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holes is one of the best triumphs of script and old fashioned good cinematography over spectacle.  The movies weaves together about 4 improbable, almost silly and boring, stories into a single tapestry until they all tie together in the end.  The peaks of action are digging holes, eating onions, and mending a leaking roof.  But the whole is very delightful.  (And unlike a spectacle movie it held up very well to the fact that I began watching it while substitute teaching nearly 18 months ago.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last thing I wanted to talk about was when they seem to be blindly seeking a rating.  The Half-Blood Prince is one of my favorite Harry Potter books, and I think probably the most terrifying.  By rights it probably should have become a PG-13 book.  (I've always figured the books are targeted at Harry's age so this one should be for 16 year olds.)  But they seemed to tone it down, possibly to maintain the PG rating.  Dumbledore's terrors in the cave and his blood curdling "fear" near the end both came across much less intense than in the book, and the battle of Hogwarts was almost completely eliminated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By contrast Transformers threw in a lot of pointless dirty humor and bad words for no aparent reason other than to get a PG-13 rating.  Sure the blonde moved the story forward, but Mom on "minty" brownies spilling all of her son's private business was just crude.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, if you want my ratings of the movies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holes was excellent and probably the strongest of them all. 4 1/2 stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GI Joe:  Well above my expectations 4 stars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Half-Blood Prince:  Very exciting, but like most of the Harry Potter films it is to the books as campbells chicken noodle soup is to chicken caserole.  The flavor is similar but it really only hints at the notion that there are chicken and noodles there.  From book 3 on the films haven't done the plots of the book justice. 3 stars &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHMSS:  One of my favorite Bond films yet, but I tend to like that which is different.  3 1/2 stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transformers:  Well if you get to stare at Megan Fox and watch giant robots fight, how bad can it really be.  (Because that is exactly how bad this is.)  1 1/2 stars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6752964303834191373?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6752964303834191373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6752964303834191373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6752964303834191373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6752964303834191373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-movies-and-scripts.html' title='On Movies and Scripts'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6023126703809579824</id><published>2009-08-24T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:05:27.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing With Perry</title><content type='html'>I doubt it will surprise anyone reading this, but I am not an accomplished fisherman.  I'm sure I can count all the fish I've caught in my life on two hands.  So many years ago when Perry first asked me to take him fishing we didn't have much luck.  In fact after about 5 tries I was starting to wonder if I would ever get him to catch a fish.  And at scout camp he finished every part of his fishing merit badge except catching the fish.  So I decided it was time to take him to a commercial fishing pond.  (You know the ones that are so stocked they guarantee fish.)  This little pond was just teaming with Catfish and it wasn't more than 15 minutes before he had one hooked and in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606109102673394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpLiSR_vDfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lQ3E3Dqb-CU/s200/08-22-09_091529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see him showing off his catch.  Looks pretty good doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606114440445058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpLiSl4W_II/AAAAAAAAAHc/9A4zumYzEz8/s200/08-22-09_091936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpLiTZE9J9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z1UH66d6ROc/s1600-h/08-22-09_092156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606128183486418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpLiTZE9J9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z1UH66d6ROc/s200/08-22-09_092156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is cleaning the fish.  I only knew how to clean trout which is very different than filleting catfish, but the man who ran the pond was very gracious and helped Perry do this part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606136627702786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpLiT4iNrAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B9uikpE6GI4/s200/08-22-09_123349.jpg" /&gt;Finally we brought it home to cook it up.  I'd never had catfish (the whiskers on the live fish just freaked me out), but I looked up a simple fried catfish recipe and it was fairly easy to fry up.  In spite of both of us feeling a bit squeamish at first, it was delicious and made a fine meal for the day the girls were out on their mother daughter camp out.  So I'd say the trip was successful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We do actually need to catch and release a fish still, but I think I've learned enough about how to catch bluefin at El Dorado park that we should be successful at that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6023126703809579824?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6023126703809579824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6023126703809579824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6023126703809579824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6023126703809579824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishing-with-perry.html' title='Fishing With Perry'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpLiSR_vDfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lQ3E3Dqb-CU/s72-c/08-22-09_091529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-9187046473703594163</id><published>2009-08-23T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:06:42.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewing an Old Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Me with my new belt and cell phone holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHpc-rj4UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d_JmV1THV0A/s1600-h/HPIM0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373332514501026114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHpc-rj4UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d_JmV1THV0A/s200/HPIM0380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was a fairly young boy scout I got a leatherworking kit from my parents. I earned my leatherwork merit badge and took a particular liking to the craft. As a result for years afterward I listed "leatherwork" as one of my hobbies. The problem was that it was a "hobby" that I would often let slide for years at a time. I doubt I did much with the stamps from around the time I turned 16 until I returned from my mission. Then I only made a wallet for my dad because the last one I had made him was too beaten up to use. I think I made one for myself around that time too. Finally I made a clutch purse for Rachel (my first wife) while we were dating this was my masterpiece and between then and this week (nearly 14 years) I had barely touched my tools. I did keep them in the garage and I did help Perry make one project to work on his leatherwork badge. I even dug out the wallet I had made as a scout (the one I'd made myself later was finally wearing out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally this week I decided to take some of my birthday money and get back into leatherwork. The local Tandy Leathercraft store was kind enough to give me wholesale price both for it being my birthday and Perry being a scout. I bought a cell phone case (my cell phone always gets beat up in my pocket with my keys), a belt blank, a belt pattern, and a buckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHnqyUSFwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BiBP5sHkvFA/s1600-h/HPIM0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373330552677078786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHnqyUSFwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BiBP5sHkvFA/s200/HPIM0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the belt blank after the pattern has been traced and cut in but none of the tooling has been done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHnr9oflbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tcfPxtReA4M/s1600-h/HPIM0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373330572894508466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHnr9oflbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tcfPxtReA4M/s200/HPIM0377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what it looks like after it has been tooled extensively. Notice how the leaf really seems to come alive. I think that is my favorite part of leatherwork, watching the picture come alive in low relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHnsyB0a8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TgCLDbw2dSA/s1600-h/HPIM0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373330586959375298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHnsyB0a8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/TgCLDbw2dSA/s200/HPIM0379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHqj7GCzYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VwK1NMxGXCw/s1600-h/HPIM0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373333733309074818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHqj7GCzYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VwK1NMxGXCw/s200/HPIM0378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two show the belt and the cell phone case after they have been stained. The stain darkens all of the leather, but mostly it raises the contrast on the tooling and makes the pattern come out even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-9187046473703594163?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/9187046473703594163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=9187046473703594163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/9187046473703594163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/9187046473703594163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/08/renewing-old-hobby.html' title='Renewing an Old Hobby'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SpHpc-rj4UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d_JmV1THV0A/s72-c/HPIM0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-7622212976143896680</id><published>2009-07-23T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:22:32.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's ? ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SmkkxJ4218I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7M0wlmOtppI/s1600-h/start1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857258247870402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SmkkxJ4218I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7M0wlmOtppI/s200/start1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Smkk8DMTAHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sLt_nihxomA/s1600-h/simple1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857445428920434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Smkk8DMTAHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sLt_nihxomA/s200/simple1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creative, Silly, Hillarious, I'm not certain, but it definitely is something.  I'm talking about &lt;a href="http://www.pdracer.com/"&gt;puddle duck racers&lt;/a&gt;, the self described easiest boat to build and race.  As you can see the boats are basically little plywood boxes, the sails ordinary plastic tarps shaped with scissors and the mast and boom are electrical conduit and curtain rods.  That such contraption can actually float is already surprising.  That they can sail and race is absolutely astounding.  Although they may actually have some advantages over the s&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SmklCr9T6JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eCh7JJykVCg/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857559451134098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SmklCr9T6JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eCh7JJykVCg/s200/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ailboats that men used for 1000s of years before they learned to sail upwind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned about these because I've been wanting to buy a sabot to teach the kids to sail, but I don't really want to spend any money.  (I found one for $75 which I would have bought but I wasn't fast enough.)  So I mused about building one.  Plans for actual sabots cost $25, but these are hillarious.  I couldn't use it for the sailing class (they require an actual sabot), but Puddle Duck's Philosophy is that the best way to learn to sail is to get out on a small lake in a light breeze and futz around until you figure it out.  (They do recommend bringing oars in case you get totally stuck.)   So I guess the bay is too big and El Dorado doesn't allow private boats, but there is a nice small lake near work that could do the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't actually plan to build one (Staci would kill me if I took up that much space with a piece of junk boat.)  But the idea is certainly amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-7622212976143896680?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/7622212976143896680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=7622212976143896680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7622212976143896680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7622212976143896680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-thats.html' title='Now that&apos;s ? ?'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SmkkxJ4218I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7M0wlmOtppI/s72-c/start1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-4853133065516719524</id><published>2009-07-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:25:39.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misleading Statistics, Again</title><content type='html'>I was looking into new apartments up here around Pierce and I was comparing them to the cost of driving daily.  So I looked into AAA's driving cost listing.  &lt;a href="http://www.aaaexchange.com/Assets/Files/200948913570.DrivingCosts2009.pdf"&gt;http://www.aaaexchange.com/Assets/Files/200948913570.DrivingCosts2009.pdf&lt;/a&gt;  They list the price per mile as about 55 cents per mile if you are a low mileage driver and 35 cents per mile if you are a high mileage driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you notice the cost per mile trends downward as you get to higher and higher mileage.  In fact if you plot the total cost to drive 10,000 miles, 15,000 miles and 20,000 miles, you find that the slope (the actual cost of driving each mile) is nearly linear.  They have included the base cost of owning, insuring, and maintaining the car into the cost per mile.  In fact the cost per mile is only about 16 cents per mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does this matter?  You do have those ownership costs!  Well of course you do, but very few of us are really going to totally get rid of the car.  So in figuring the cost of driving verses public transit we want to know how much extra each mile is going to cost us.  That's 16 cents for a small car (I'm guessing about 9-11 of those are for gas, the rest for maintenence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, driving to work each day (instead of once a week and staying here) would add about 1200 miles per month.  At 35.4 cents/mile that is $425, and it would be reasonable to pay up to that much for a place to stay up here, but at 15.8 cents per mile it is only $190.  There are of course intangibles both ways.  (Sleeping next to my wife, seeing my family, verses the wear and tear on me.), but it is a very different picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate when the stats are misleading like that.  I'm no fan of long commutes or excess driving, but let's not claim that simply not driving is going to save you $400 when half of that is just in the cost of owning the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-4853133065516719524?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/4853133065516719524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=4853133065516719524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4853133065516719524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4853133065516719524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/07/misleading-statistics-again.html' title='Misleading Statistics, Again'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-639018473946010499</id><published>2009-06-16T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:06:44.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Adventure II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiHcHT7T1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cRb0_enzQbA/s1600-h/The+crew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348173474571177810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiHcHT7T1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cRb0_enzQbA/s200/The+crew.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this time I took Perry. I was worried that he would be mopey for much of the time, but actually he seemed to really enjoy it. He got his finger caught in the rigging at the beginning of the first day, but seemed to muddle through it well. By the second day he was a regular little monkey jumping around the boat getting things and helping to sail the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was that even though we didn't have a great race on the first day (we took 7th) we smoked the whole field on the second day with a tactical risk that Andy (the skipper) took. We went a different way from everyone else and found a bit of wind that put us about 15 minutes in front of the next contenders in our class. (There are actually 3 classes that are faster, but only one of them finished before us on the second day. We did great.) The total result is that in spite of our poor performance on Saturday we have gone from second overall to first. It was exciting and some great bonding time with Perry too.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Sjh_E9xuBCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rgEb_ivPVys/s1600-h/Perry+Prep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348164280781767714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Sjh_E9xuBCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rgEb_ivPVys/s200/Perry+Prep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Sjh_S4KyZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kk_Sml_OxjQ/s1600-h/Andy+Prep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348164519794467922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Sjh_S4KyZFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kk_Sml_OxjQ/s200/Andy+Prep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have Perry and Andy preparing for a long hard day of sailing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348165168948581634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Sjh_4qdMFQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IYITECl1fog/s200/Perry+Steering.JPG" /&gt;Perry at the Helm!! His ability to steer came in quite handy on the return trip. There was a time when we needed to Gybe the spinnaker. A challenging task even with many hands so both Andy and I had to be on the sheets and sails. Luckily, Perry was there to be the skipper. (I was actually more terrified in this picture though because Perry is sitting there steering a $100,000 boat in a narrow channel with other boats around.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiBJaTL65I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5CZp_QlhnIQ/s1600-h/Leaving+Land.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348166556181064594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiBJaTL65I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5CZp_QlhnIQ/s200/Leaving+Land.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a gorgeous day to be out sailing. We were never completely out of sight of land or the other sailboats. You can see the Palos Verdes Penninsula fading off into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 456px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348166759663395922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiBVQVJ5FI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hOFgVMMla6Y/s200/Competition.JPG" /&gt;The Competition in the distance. (This Picture did not upload like I wanted it to.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiBkuU5SSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BHDP3lsMWqg/s1600-h/Seeing+the+island.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348167025413409058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiBkuU5SSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BHDP3lsMWqg/s200/Seeing+the+island.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the island coming up on the horrizon. The really low spot is the isthmus where we spent the night. The race ended about a third of the way from there to the end of the island on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiEdpwUljI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TmYnvJFEKFY/s1600-h/going+ashore+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348170202462066226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiEdpwUljI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TmYnvJFEKFY/s200/going+ashore+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiEj6hrgsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jhComl3kJaI/s1600-h/going+ashore+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348170310043271874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiEj6hrgsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jhComl3kJaI/s200/going+ashore+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a boat that will take you ashore, but it costs $3.50 per person. That's not bad, but it adds up quick so I thought Perry and I could save a bit by going ashore in Andy's little dinghy. It worked well, but unfortunately the blade of one of the paddles came off and sank before Perry could grab it so I had to break down and pay for us to go back to the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348172288358771170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiGXEU2aeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MhOMS1ZTQsA/s200/at+dinner.JPG" /&gt;I had also brought dinner to cook aboard, but Andy's wife Katie was so sick and desperate to get off the boat that we ate on land instead. Andy treated us all and I gave him the lasagne I had brought in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is more to chronicle but I think maybe I'd better break it up and put it in another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-639018473946010499?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/639018473946010499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=639018473946010499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/639018473946010499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/639018473946010499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/06/sailing-adventure-ii.html' title='Sailing Adventure II'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SjiHcHT7T1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cRb0_enzQbA/s72-c/The+crew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-3227769790813965592</id><published>2009-05-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:33:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I first learned to sail at the Sea Scout Base in Long Beach around the time I was 8 or 9, but I left the hobby dormant for the better part of 2 decades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did try to earn my small boat sailing merit badge the year our scout troop went to camp Chawanakee, but while Chawanakee was in many ways a much nicer facility than Tahquitz, their classes were not nearly as good. Any class I took at Tahquitz the counselor worked with you bit by bit until you understood and had the necessary skills. At Chawanakee they mostly told you to go read the book and come back when you were ready to pass off. OK, so maybe it was my fault or the merit badges I attempted, but I earned like 5 badges each year year I went to Tahquitz and none at Chawanakee. So needless to say, I didn't get the small boat sailing merit badge. I'm not certain I even made it out on the water in a sail boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsqeKtNODI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZYS1bP4w72I/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339908480936261682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsqeKtNODI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZYS1bP4w72I/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally renewed the hobby with several classes at UCLA's Marine Aquatic Center (MAC). Since then I've enjoyed getting out from time to time. My father in law even gave me his old boat so I have one of my own to get out in from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in all of this, I've always wanted to really get in a sail boat and go somewhere. In my little 14 footer, just getting across the harbor is a labor, but last weekend my friend Andy Horning invited me to crew for him on his Hunter 40 as we raced to Catalina Island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShslDvW-31I/AAAAAAAAADc/qWtRf55ev-M/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339902529360551762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShslDvW-31I/AAAAAAAAADc/qWtRf55ev-M/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually part of an 11 race series including 5 races to the island, 5 races back, and one race there, around the island, and back. The short version of the story is that outside of sex, this was probably the most fun I've had in the last 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The race over started with decent if not terrific wind, but it never filled in acording to its usual pattern. Luckily we ended up all the way on the left side of the course and the strange wind filled in from there first. After a prolonged lull the wind finally filled in coming from the mainland (exactly where it never comes from) that blew us in to the finish line. We actually won that race (at least within our class). It was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening we moored outside Avalon Harbor and went on shore for dinner and a movie. There is only one theater on the island, but lucky for me it was showing the new Star Trek. (Totally awsome, but that is for another post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night was pretty calm, but being outside the harbor the boat still rocked quite a bit. I had hoped to sleep deep and long, but ended up waking up fairly bright and early after having spent the night in more of a dreaming wakefulness than true sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning after a hearty breakfast of oatmeal we headed back to the starting line for the race back. This time the starting wind was almost non-existant. For the first 2 1/2 hours we drifted at speeds never more than 2 knots. Andy is a talented skipper and managed to squeeze every bit out of the boat, but we were still probably less than 5 miles from the island. Then rather suddenly the wind filled in and we were broad reaching at 9-10 knots for the next 2 hours. (Now that is only about 10 mph, but on a boat it is really fast and exciting.) The pole to put up the spinaker (the big parachute like sail) wasn't working right so we were not able to fly it. That may be for the best, with only two of us it would have been hard to deal with, but it might have given us another knot of speed which may have been enought to win. Still I got to stear most of the way in while Andy navigated and kept the sails trimmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339907406206824674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShspfnBvcOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HZ8zozkKPA0/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up taking 3rd in the race back (there were about 13 boats in our class). That puts us in a very competitive 2nd place for the series. I'm hoping he asks me to crew for him again as the series continues. More to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-3227769790813965592?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/3227769790813965592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=3227769790813965592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/3227769790813965592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/3227769790813965592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/05/sailing-adventure.html' title='Sailing Adventure'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsqeKtNODI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZYS1bP4w72I/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-5649693569698528488</id><published>2009-05-25T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:59:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Walkabout</title><content type='html'>Pierce College where I work is unique among the campuses of the Los Angeles Community College District in that it is the agricultural campus. It is by far the larges campus with most of it being undeveloped or fields and grazing land. A few weeks ago I decided to take about an hour to go and enjoy it. So here are some pictures from my trip. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsb5o_EYiI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ZKkUjiC_Fo/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339892460246295074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsb5o_EYiI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ZKkUjiC_Fo/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsb_80EVsI/AAAAAAAAACM/G3otqwDLwXA/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339892568648079042" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsb_80EVsI/AAAAAAAAACM/G3otqwDLwXA/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShscHXatkJI/AAAAAAAAACU/gmf3krffMsw/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339892696048570514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShscHXatkJI/AAAAAAAAACU/gmf3krffMsw/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first field closest to campus.  The first barns and another part of the field pointing up towards the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgCIUxHZI/AAAAAAAAACk/RG702n6iQio/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339897004144270738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgCIUxHZI/AAAAAAAAACk/RG702n6iQio/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShscOwj-ZMI/AAAAAAAAACc/Tj1YC0uGJKM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339892823057392834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShscOwj-ZMI/AAAAAAAAACc/Tj1YC0uGJKM/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I passed some cows luxuriating in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgHz-7baI/AAAAAAAAACs/AqCuSuFtLqY/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339897101763177890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgHz-7baI/AAAAAAAAACs/AqCuSuFtLqY/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It's easy to forget how close to the urban environment we are sometimes.  But the apartments in the background are a quick reminder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pond is a favorite place to go on a small hike or cross country run.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgYGJsRGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g5XQHtdcK3Y/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339897381518066786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgYGJsRGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/g5XQHtdcK3Y/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsgf3D1_GI/AAAAAAAAADE/pcPAKZ03iQc/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339897514905959522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsgf3D1_GI/AAAAAAAAADE/pcPAKZ03iQc/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgrLGeOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/7XVAWD2qX60/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339897709264255074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgrLGeOGI/AAAAAAAAADM/7XVAWD2qX60/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgP-5joqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5vGkugUSTg/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339897242132390562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/ShsgP-5joqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5vGkugUSTg/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a few pictures from the walk back.  The valley is really a beautiful place.  Especially when the smog drops down for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-5649693569698528488?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/5649693569698528488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=5649693569698528488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/5649693569698528488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/5649693569698528488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone-walkabout.html' title='Gone Walkabout'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsb5o_EYiI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ZKkUjiC_Fo/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-4654810757109739339</id><published>2009-05-25T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:27:53.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assymetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This sign was posted in the bathroom for the physics offices at Los Angeles City College. We didn't make it, but I thought the assymetry in the English and Spanish instructions was interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891370992041154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsa6PMnfMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bxqGGMq6Z8g/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell, both English and Spanish start by saying "Please Keep the Restroom Clean."  Both end with "Thank You", but the Spanish adds a the extra line, "Don't throw paper on the floor."  And I keep asking myself, is that cultural, racist, or what gives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-4654810757109739339?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/4654810757109739339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=4654810757109739339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4654810757109739339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4654810757109739339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/05/assymetry.html' title='Assymetry'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shsa6PMnfMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bxqGGMq6Z8g/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-9159076041157012920</id><published>2009-05-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:45:28.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bang Theory, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shi0SYnXHPI/AAAAAAAAABs/l288NKcevKw/s1600-h/bbt+temp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339215586185911538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shi0SYnXHPI/AAAAAAAAABs/l288NKcevKw/s200/bbt+temp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time ago (and probably on a blog that is no longer operating) I did a review of the PBS commedy "The Big Bang Theory." A very funny sitcom about physics Ph.D.s. Like most commedies it makes accurate if exagerated play on various personalities typical of the subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shi0pq6tgDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/54rfwDJv1eQ/s1600-h/BBT+temp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339215986235899954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shi0pq6tgDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/54rfwDJv1eQ/s200/BBT+temp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well recently I found out that the science advisor for the show is Dr. David Saltzberg who I TAed for in Winter of 2002. He is a great and funny guy and does an excellent job of keeping the physics on track. Not only that, but the actors came by UCLA to study how physicists act. So if I had stayed just a bit longer, some of their actions could have been based on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote Dave about it and he said he'd be glad to get me into a filming some time. Maybe I'll get really lucky and meet one of the actors. More to follow I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-9159076041157012920?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/9159076041157012920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=9159076041157012920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/9159076041157012920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/9159076041157012920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-bang-theory-part-ii.html' title='The Big Bang Theory, Part II'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/Shi0SYnXHPI/AAAAAAAAABs/l288NKcevKw/s72-c/bbt+temp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2661409384801135450</id><published>2009-03-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:57:16.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Season</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, a relative mocked a former inlaw for having earned less than $2000 in a year on about 8 W-2s.  I have to admit that I was nervous as to how much better I would fare as we came near tax season this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I was laid off in February of last year and spent the remainder of the year either underemployed or over/underemployed.  (I'll explain that in a moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to have a solid second job at the time and I quickly managed to get on substitute teaching lists for both Long Beach Unified School District and Kelly Educational Services.  This kept me busy and kept the morgage paid (though little else).  With the help of family, tax returns, some severance pay, government, savings, and prayer we managed to make it through spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By summer I picked up a second part time teaching job and by Fall I had three.  This is what I called over/underemployed.  I had the teaching load of 2 full time instructors but was not full time anywhere.  Still, I could finally feel self sufficient again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it came tax time and I was grateful to find that while I did in fact have six or seven W-2s the total was well over $2000 so I guess I can feel confident in my worth as a father and husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staci took me to her accountant to do the taxes.  I've always done mine myself, but I have to admit this was more enjoyable.  In part because someone else was doing the nitty gritty and in part because he was really a delightful guy to hold a conversation with.  Our supposed hour and a half appointment lasted nearly 3 and poor Natalie and Richard got stuck with our kids, but they were very sweet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, after one full year of scraping for whatever jobs I could find.  I do once again have a full time position.  In fact it is my first tenure track job.  I am now the newest Physics Professor at Pierce College a part of the Los Angeles Community College District.  I have actually wanted to teach here for a long time as they are working very hard to implement the best practices of physics teaching.  On the other hand, when I was working several part time jobs I could justify doing a good enough job, now I truly need to do an excellent job.  When you combine that with the fact that it is a new teaching style, the administrative and committee responsibilities, and the fact that it is on the far side of Los Angeles County I am still working my tail off.  I finally rented a room over there because the commute home each night was too hard and I was in after everyone was asleep and out before they woke anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am excited and very blessed.  I am grateful to family and friends and a wonderful wife who helped me pull through a challenging year.  I am grateful that we live in a country that helps those who are struggling and hard work is still rewarded.  And I am grateful to the Lord for his tender mercies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2661409384801135450?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2661409384801135450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2661409384801135450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2661409384801135450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2661409384801135450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/03/tax-season.html' title='Tax Season'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-8348941744677705497</id><published>2009-03-05T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:50:16.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alcohol Must Be Radioactive</title><content type='html'>It's true!  At least in the united states all alcohol for human consumption must be slightly radioactive.  You see, the law requires that alcohol for human consumption must be made from fruits and grains, but you can also make alcohol from petroleum.  (Oh don't go eww, vanillin (artificial vanilla) is made from petroleum too.)  So the question is how can you tell which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now purefication is good enough that you couldn't tell from chemical analysis, but fresh (as in less than a few thousand years old) plant matter has significant amounts of Carbon-14 in it which is radioactive.  By contrast, fossile fuels are millions of years old and all of the carbon-14 has decayed out.  So if your alcohol is radioactive, it is made from grains and fruits, if it is not it is made from petroleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the many facts I learned in "Physics for Future Presidents"  which I'll review soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-8348941744677705497?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/8348941744677705497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=8348941744677705497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8348941744677705497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8348941744677705497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-alcohol-must-be-radioactive.html' title='All Alcohol Must Be Radioactive'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2578164172930721620</id><published>2009-03-03T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:05:25.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many blades</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered how many blades are really necessary to shave.  You can still buy razors with only one blade (more on that later) but most have at least 2 and 3, 4 and even 5 are now common. Gillet fusion actually has 6 (5 on the front and 1 on the back for precise trimming when you want a single blade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was much of one to go in for these fancy things figuring 2 blades were probably enough.  But lo and behold here I am a convert to that ridiculous fusion mostly because of excellent marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I bought a reusable gillet sensor razor my first year back from my mission hoping that if I kept a closer shave my girlfriend would want to kiss me more often.  (That soooooooo was not the problem.)  I kept it for well over a decade (still have it in fact) and I would probably still be using it except for that excellent marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I never bought the fusion razor.  They sent me that for free in the mail.  That is no small gift to get for free in the mail as they retail for nearly $10 (I'm sure wholesale is much less.)  So now I could try it, FOR FREE.  And I'll be darned if 5 blades aren't more comfortable than 3.  So now while I will still use cheap disposables if that is what someone has or someone buys for me, I really like the gillete fusion.  (And they do stick it to you on cartridges).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real question is, at what point does more blades become counterproductive.  SNL (I think though it could have been MadTV) did a skit on a 15 bladed razor.  I thought 4 was ridiculous, but I love 5.  Where does it really end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a side note, I shaved today with a single blade razor.  I thought it had gone reasonably well if slightly less comfortable.  Then I turned around and noticed about 50 tiny dots of blode coming from my neck.  So maybe it is more than just minimal comfort.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2578164172930721620?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2578164172930721620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2578164172930721620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2578164172930721620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2578164172930721620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-many-blades.html' title='How many blades'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2364012982442703584</id><published>2009-02-13T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:13:22.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A President Should Know (Book Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-President-Should-Know-Insiders/dp/0742562220/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1234571512&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302444796223010722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SZYRctf9t6I/AAAAAAAAABk/anPQ4nYDMq0/s200/What+a+pres+should+know.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-President-Should-Know-Insiders/dp/0742562220/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1234571512&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;What A President Should Know: An Insider's View on How to Succeed in the Oval Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is a collection Lawrence Lindsey's "notes to the president" on how to govern.  He even starts the book with elaborate story about the lengths he went to so the President would get it just before inauguration so that it would not be subject to public inspection.  But if he didn't want it to be subject to public inspection one must wonder why he published it and is selling it to the public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact while the story of slipping it to the president is obvious fiction, the book as a whole was quite interesting and enlightening.  Having served as a finance advisor to all of the last three Republican presidents his conservative bias is obvious, but he is what I would call a good conservative (and no that doesn't mean he's dead).  Rather I mean he seems to be a straight shooter, gives honest explanations and explains the ambiguities and and trade offs of the office.  He doesn't have any of that annoying (unfounded) certainty that so annoys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an example.  He took some heat from the last administration for estimating that the cost of the Iraq war would be between 100 and 200 billion dollars.  Admittedly the high end is still a factor of 3 less than current estimates, but it was much closer to reality than anything else coming out of the Whitehouse in 2003.  He also compares it to the costs of Vietnam and WWII as a fraction of GDP.  (He does make the case that the war was the right thing, and personally I found it to be one of the more compelling ones if only for the reason that he acknowledges the possibility that it might not have been.  By addressing problems and uncertainties he makes his argument, in my mind at least, more credible.)  He also makes some very honest statements about the failings of the Bush administration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does in fact make a number of good points about focusing on one or two major items.  Controlling your controllers and your staff, and the realities of getting things done in Washington.  But perhaps the most interesting in my view was a recommendation that the president approach his term in office from the assumption that he would not seek reelection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're cynical (and I am) you might believe this was just because McCain might not live for 8 more years and he never really liked Obama anyway.  But the book is written on the assumption of not knowing who the president would be and some of his talk about how a recession may begin early in the term he seems to have written most of it well before even the democratic primary was decided.  So the recommendation may have just been honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His points were that second terms have not been wonderful.  (Nixon Resigned, Clinton was impeached, Bush was weighed down by the war, Reagan was embroiled in the Iran Contra scandal and probably beginning to suffer from Altzheimers, I may have added that last note myself.)  Being in only one term allows you great controll over your successor (T. Roosevelt chose Taft.)  He does not recommend telling anyone else that is the plan, and in this way he seems to feel that you have the free hand that second term presidents have while having the (apparent) accountability of a first term president that keeps you from being a lame duck.  Then as your 3rd year in office rolls around you can either choose to give it another go or go picking out the person to take it to the next level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand I was annoyed at Obama for running so young not because I didn't like him but because so few former presidents return to public office/service and I hate to lose his talent before he is 60.  So to lose him at barely 50 would really annoy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate, it was a pretty good read and I would recommend it if your are interested in public policy whether it reinforces your world view or offers alternatives it is certain insightful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2364012982442703584?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2364012982442703584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2364012982442703584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2364012982442703584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2364012982442703584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-president-should-know-book-review.html' title='What A President Should Know (Book Review)'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SZYRctf9t6I/AAAAAAAAABk/anPQ4nYDMq0/s72-c/What+a+pres+should+know.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-8148987780195163355</id><published>2009-01-31T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:13:39.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Adventures</title><content type='html'>I decided to take my boat out yesterday.  I haven't started the Spring semester yet and I thought I should take it out while I still have a chance.  I had one of my most exciting sailing adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds inside alamitos bay were pretty light, but they were pointed such that I made a fairly quick clear shot out the jetty to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;rlz=1T4GZHZ_enUS309US309&amp;amp;q=Long+Beach+Harbor&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;San Pedro Bay&lt;/a&gt; (That's the ocean area off of Long Beach and inside the breakwater.   At least that's what google maps calls it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just about two hours I managed to sail all the way across the open bay area to Long Beach Harbor.  I pushed it a bit farther than I normally would have because I wanted to say I had crossed out of Long Beach Harbor into Los Angeles Harbor, but I didn't make it that far.  I didn't know where the division was and it would have been too far anyway.  I think in the future I'll avoid that area.  I got honked at by two giant boats (one was pushing a barge that carried a mack truck with its own sizeable parking lot and the other was a huge (several hundred yards long) cargo ship.)  I was never in eminent danger, but I did need to change course to stay out of their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return trip was uneventful.  It was downwind and I made great time.  I always start out heading up wind so that the return will be downwind.  Sailing downwind is easier and faster though it feels slower (the wind isn't on your face and the boat doesn't heel over on one side).  Unfortunately, the winds were almost dead inside Alamitos Bay and since I was in a hurry to get home I finally bummed a tow through the deadest part from a kind passing motorist.  Still it was the most satisfying adventure I've had in the boat so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my dilemma.  My father in law is always upset at me for taking the boat out single handed.  It is designed to be sailed by two people though it is fairly easy to handle by myself.  But more importantly, I'm several miles off shore by myself.  I don't worry too much about drowning as I always wear a life jacket and Long Beach water while not warm is not too cold.  If the boat capsized and I stayed with it I could stay out of the water and get help fairly soon (or probably right it and be on my way).  But what if I was hit by the boom and knocked out temporarily.  I would float all right, but I'd be hard to see.  Or what if I fell overboard and the sails were cleated so that the boat kept sailing.  He really is right, I should have someone else with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I love the adventure and the solitude and it is very difficult to find people who want to go sailing with me.  OK, it's not hard to find people who &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to go, but when it's Friday morning and it looks like the winds will be good in the afternoon it is hard to find someone ready and willing to go right then.  To make matters worse, I like to go places.  I would love some time in June (long days and good winds) to head up and make it to somewhere on the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;rlz=1T4GZHZ_enUS309US309&amp;amp;q=Long+Beach+Harbor&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;Palos Verde penninsula&lt;/a&gt; at least to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;rlz=1T4GZHZ_enUS309US309&amp;amp;q=Long+Beach+Harbor&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;Cabrillo Bay&lt;/a&gt;.  (Truth be told, I'd like to sail it to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;rlz=1T4GZHZ_enUS309US309&amp;amp;q=Long+Beach+Harbor&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image"&gt;Catalina&lt;/a&gt;, but even I'm not that dumb.  Well, I am but I would want an escort boat.  Hey people swim it with an escort boat.)That's a significant time commitmant and it is work sailing upwind that far in a small boat.  Most of the people who want to sail with me think in terms of a couple of hours of sailing, but this could easily be 3 out and 2 back, not to mention rigging and derigging.  Where would I find someone who wanted to drop everything Friday afternoon and spend 6 hours sailing off the coast of Southern California?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real question is how do I pursue the sport I love, as I love it, while maintaining some reasonable safety standards.  (And on the other hand is my risk really that much more than commuting by motorcycle in LA traffic?  Or by barely freeway legal moped as I used to do?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-8148987780195163355?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/8148987780195163355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=8148987780195163355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8148987780195163355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8148987780195163355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/foolish-adventures.html' title='Foolish Adventures'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-7712571391388438145</id><published>2009-01-31T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:43:18.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing / Sailing Races</title><content type='html'>I found out several months ago that a brother in my ward had bought himself a sailboat.  It was a 27 foot McGregor keelboat, that means it is about twice as long as my little dinghy.  (By dinghy I simply mean centerboard boat boat as opposed to a decked over keelboat.)  It is also much more designed for open water sailing while mine is more for sailing in marinas and bays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been bugging him about when we were going to take it out and finally on Martin Luther King Day he said let's go.  I was a bit disappointed with the date as it meant missing out on the &lt;a href="http://theloveridgelegacy.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlk-day-i-have-dream-of-aquarium.html"&gt;family's first trip to the Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;, but I've been making a goal of improving on my male friendships (an area of my social life that has been week for decades) and I had been wanting to try his boat out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat needs a lot of work, but seemed to be sea worthy enough.  It was fun to ride and both faster and smoother than my boat.  Don't get me wrong, I love my boat and am more than willing to take it on adventurous trips, but this was a nice change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I thought was really exciting was that we saw a lot of sail boat racing.  It did make sailing a bit more difficult as we had to stay out of the way of the racers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed back in the racers were also heading in.  Between talking with them and looking things up on the web I discovered that we had seen the tail end of the &lt;a href="http://www.nahca-div16.org/docs/2009YouthWorldQualifierNOR.pdf"&gt;2009 US SAILING ISAF YOUTH WORLD QUALIFIER and U.S. YOUTH MULTIHULL CHAMPIONSHIP REGATTA&lt;/a&gt;.  The were sailing single person dinghies (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laser_(dinghy)"&gt;laser radials&lt;/a&gt; for both boys and girls), two person dinghies (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/420_(dinghy)"&gt;420&lt;/a&gt;'s with a slightly different version for the boys than for the girls), and open (both boys and girls competing with and against each other) multi-hulls (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobie_16"&gt;Hobie 16's&lt;/a&gt;).  They were all fast agile little boats that were a lot of fun to watch.  I never got very much into racing but it sure looked fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Incidentally, my boat is two person dinghy rigged very much like the 420's.  My boat is not nearly as high of performance boat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day was a double treat.  Not only did I get to go sailing but I got to see some world class racing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-7712571391388438145?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/7712571391388438145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=7712571391388438145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7712571391388438145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7712571391388438145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/sailing-sailing-races.html' title='Sailing / Sailing Races'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6855963900247112064</id><published>2009-01-29T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:52:40.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blago</title><content type='html'>First of all let me state that I believe former governor Rod Blagojevich is guilty and deserves to be removed from office.  However, I don't know that to be the case.  I know that he has been arested, but has not yet been indicted.  I don't know what, if any, evidence was presented at his impeachment.  I find all of this a bit disturbing.  If we are willing to oust someone merely for being arested then what protection do we have against a corrupt prosecutor arresting his enemies on trumped up charges so that they get thrown out of office.  I agree with impeaching him and ousting him, I just wish it could have been done in a more measured fasion.  (And yes that does mean that perhaps he might have demonstrated his inocence.  Although unless he could show the tapes either don't exist or are fakes I don't know how.)  Let's stand by the rule of law and trust it to oust the bad guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6855963900247112064?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6855963900247112064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6855963900247112064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6855963900247112064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6855963900247112064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/blago.html' title='Blago'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2498953405359644192</id><published>2009-01-28T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:20:44.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dueling Doctrine</title><content type='html'>I hesitate to post anything about doctrinal questions here as it has gotten me in trouble in the past, but this one is an honest question so maybe I can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the substantive difference between the Catholic Doctrine of the Infalability of the Pope and the Mormon Doctrine that The Prophet will never lead us astray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often poke fun at the Catholic Doctrine because so many popes through history were clearly corrupt, but a close reading of the catholic doctrine will point out that it does not refer to his personal character or dealings in secular matter only that when speaking on matters of doctrine he is "preserved from error".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mormons likewise believe that the prophets are humans and suffer from all the frailties of humans, but the phrase "The Prophet will never lead us astray" is uttered regularly as if it were doctrine and that seems to be the same essential sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also unclear on the scriptural basis for the assertion.  I can trace it to a talk given by then Elder Ezra Taft Benson who cites Wilford Woodruf's talk defending the first official declaration.  There is also an unsourced quote wandering around, but one never knows if unsourced quotes were every really said at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm personally bothered because I thought that personal revelation was the hallmark of our religion, not obeysence to any scripture living or ancient.  It is by personal revelation that we know the Bible, the Book of Mormon, and all the other scriptures to be true.  It is by personal revelation that we know that the prophets are in fact prophets of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then are we discouraged from seeking personal revelation on matters once the prophet has spoken on them?  I know some will say that we are encouraged to get personal confirmation, but really it's only confirmation we are encouraged to seek.  We are told to pray to know that it is true, not to pray to know if it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop there for now.  So tell me, what am I missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2498953405359644192?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2498953405359644192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2498953405359644192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2498953405359644192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2498953405359644192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/dueling-doctrine.html' title='Dueling Doctrine'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6015304875215412410</id><published>2009-01-28T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:58:54.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it true that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is better to be silent and thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it perhaps better to suggest that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is better to be known for a fool and learn than to remain a fool unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6015304875215412410?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6015304875215412410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6015304875215412410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6015304875215412410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6015304875215412410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-true-that-it-is-better-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-4601902468036596969</id><published>2009-01-11T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:43:33.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay $5 for gas</title><content type='html'>There's something special about $5/gallon gas.  It was the thing we all worried about this summer as the price nearly reached that point, and it changed driving habits.  It may have even had a lasting impact on american car makers' business model.  (Maybe).  Many say this is a good thing.  Robert J. Samuelson of Newsweek recommends it for security reasons.  Others recommend it for environmental reasons.  Some suggest raising the price for revenue generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that of course is something that either the market or the government will have to do.  But is there something each of us could do?  What if we each committed to paying $5/gal for gas.  No I'm not saying find the most expensive gas in town, or just burn an extra $20 each time you fill up.  But what if each time we bought gas we figured out what it would cost at $5/gal and squirrled the money away somewhere.  Put it in your savings acount and save towards a vacation, or save it for when fuel costs really do soar.  Or use it to add solar panels or donate it to energy research.  Shoot invest it in energy research and get some profit back.  Or save it to buy an electric car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is two-fold.  First we prepare ourselves for the inevitable return of high prices.  If we are already paying $5 then the price shooting up to $3.50 is no big change on our balance sheet.  Second, it encourages us to plan in terms of the higher price.  How would assuming a price of $5 affect our choice of cars or our driving habits.  It would be a shame if the lessons we learned during this summer's run up in prices were forgotten now that gas is again under $2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize, that those who would participate in this are already environmentally conscientious, and no I'm not certain I have the discipline to do it myself, but it is an idea that I think could make a difference for individuals, and maybe, just maybe, for society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-4601902468036596969?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/4601902468036596969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=4601902468036596969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4601902468036596969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4601902468036596969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/pay-5-for-gas.html' title='Pay $5 for gas'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-5414818985954519496</id><published>2009-01-06T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:03:30.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Ditch on Atherton</title><content type='html'>They have been doing a lot of work on the open ditch across the street from our Church building. Several months ago they anounced that it would be covered up. I was reasonably pleased because it is an eyesore and can smell. However, we don't live all that close to it so I wasn't terribly concerned one way or another. Besides it would take a way a place for skaters to hang out. (OK, I'm of mixed feelings about that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it used to look like. (Sorry I didn't figure out how to download just the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;q=6500+Atherton+90815&amp;amp;ll=33.792273,-118.104894&amp;amp;spn=0,359.990516&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;iwloc=addr&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;cbll=33.788626,-118.104894&amp;amp;panoid=MQ1C2BXFvoDgmxol4qk-gg&amp;amp;cbp=12,36.68945380042328,,1,-4.940782633519557" ie="UTF8&amp;amp;q=" ll="33.788617,-118.104894&amp;amp;spn=" z="16&amp;amp;iwloc=" layer="c&amp;amp;cbll=" panoid="MQ1C2BXFvoDgmxol4qk-gg&amp;amp;cbp="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;q=6500+Atherton+90815&amp;amp;ll=33.792273,-118.104894&amp;amp;spn=0,359.990516&amp;amp;z=16&amp;amp;iwloc=addr&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;cbll=33.788626,-118.104894&amp;amp;panoid=MQ1C2BXFvoDgmxol4qk-gg&amp;amp;cbp=12,36.68945380042328,,1,-4.940782633519557"&gt;Old View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for several months the street was half blocked off so they could come in with the giant earth movers and pipes 3 feet in diameter to place the drainage safely underground. I wish I had a picture of that, but I never bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the large work was done I expected them to quickly put up a drab barrier and be done with it. Instead the work dragged on and some stonework seemed to go in slowly. Then today they transformed it to a beautiful display of what look to be native (or at least climate appropriate) plants. I think it is beautiful and I am thoroughly impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SWPy-U4XFWI/AAAAAAAAABU/a-SrS594nB8/s1600-h/HPIM0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288337540034008418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SWPy-U4XFWI/AAAAAAAAABU/a-SrS594nB8/s200/HPIM0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SWPysusnvXI/AAAAAAAAABM/gflQu4icN18/s1600-h/HPIM0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288337237726444914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SWPysusnvXI/AAAAAAAAABM/gflQu4icN18/s200/HPIM0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good work Long Beach on a job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-5414818985954519496?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/5414818985954519496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=5414818985954519496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/5414818985954519496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/5414818985954519496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-ditch-on-atherton.html' title='The Old Ditch on Atherton'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SWPy-U4XFWI/AAAAAAAAABU/a-SrS594nB8/s72-c/HPIM0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-3655656550428843244</id><published>2009-01-05T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:15:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Nature of Punishment</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago, before the UCLA / USC rivalry game, I learned that both teams would be wearing their home colors which was against the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point the rule seems iron clad, perhaps just because I generally believe in following rules at least unless some compelling higher obligation prevents it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me as odd was when I learned what the penalty was.  USC (the visiting team) would lose a time out.  Some how I found this hillariously funny.  Delineating a punishment seemed to lessen the impact and meaning of the rule.  If the punishment were forfeiture of the game, then there is no way that USC would have even considered it.  As long as the punishment was unstated it could be that severe, but once the punishment was stated the rule became almost pointless.  This is especially true given that UCLA purposefully blew a timeout because they were in on the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess somehow delineating the results always changes something from an iron clad rule to a choice where you weigh the advantages and disadvantages of a decision.  As Garrison Keeler once said, there is no rule that you can't fight in hockey.  There is just a rule that if you do you have to sit in a box for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-3655656550428843244?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/3655656550428843244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=3655656550428843244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/3655656550428843244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/3655656550428843244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-nature-of-punishment.html' title='On the Nature of Punishment'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2886421583669963142</id><published>2009-01-03T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:23:33.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is an odd movie at best, but certainly very interesting and very well acted.  It tells the story of a man born with the infirmities of an 85 year old man who then proceeds to age backwards.  It is largely a study on death starting with his childhood (in a retirement home) and ending with his own death as he regresses toward infancy.  It is also an exploration of how we build a life, and how the flow of time is a uniform reference that we depend on.  Growing younger instead of older he has certain experiences at abnormal times in his life and others such as establishing a long term relationship are nearly impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is very long but never really drags.  Excellent acting from an impressive cast  Cate Blanchett and Brad Pitt center the cast, but the supporting cast is equally important and impressive.  It is very emotional and generally poignant.  So yes it is likely to win some oscars and I would recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2886421583669963142?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2886421583669963142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2886421583669963142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2886421583669963142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2886421583669963142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2310847502227240410</id><published>2009-01-03T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:13:28.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Maps Street View</title><content type='html'>Well I must say that I am thoroughly impressed with google maps street view.  I first ran across it while exploring the neighborhood around my new job, but have since used it to explore my own neighborhood and even my mom's home town of Taylor Arizona.  It is sometimes rather odd the things they do and don't have.  For example, I was unable to get a full view of my own house as the truck didn't seem to have gone down that street, but I found my Uncle Norris's house in a much smaller city clear as day.  I could tell you the color of the paint and what cars were parked out front.  Small world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2310847502227240410?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2310847502227240410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2310847502227240410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2310847502227240410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2310847502227240410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2009/01/google-maps-street-view.html' title='Google Maps Street View'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1219998827598753566</id><published>2008-12-31T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:50:24.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee's Clothing Guide for Work and Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've noticed friends and cousins talk about redressing their husbands so I thought I'd write about what my wife did for me.  A few months ago, I came home from work and Staci informed me that there was a note for me on the bed.  I'm always skeptical when someone wants to tell me something indirectly.  It is rarely good, but this time was not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lee's Clothing Guide for Work and Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pants:  Brown, Black, Green, Tan, Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Socks:  Black, Tan, Blue (Forget about WHITE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Black belt and black shoes are always worn with black pants (NOT Brown).  Black belt and black shoes may be worn with tan and green, NOT Brown or Blue.  Brown shoes and brown belt may be worn with green, blue, brown, and tan pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Suggestions for making your clothes last longer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't sleep in your work clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If soiled, soak in cold water as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Change into weekend clothes (shorts, jeans) when not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When working in the yard, wear weekend shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Assignments:  Try on the new clothes today or tomorrow to show great appreciation to your wife.  Let her be the judge (along with you) of what fits.  Sew some colored thread on the tip of the blue socks so they can easily be identified by you in your drawer.  GO shopping with Staci to buy some new church shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dress for Success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Now of course, a lot of that I knew and a fair bit of it I didn't.  A lot of what I knew I had been ignoring  both because I still think our society is horrendously over occupied with clothing and appearance and because I am lazy.  I was a little anoyed (hence posting this to mock the both of us) but also appreciative that she cares enough to do something like this.  And yes, I did my assignments.  (Well, I didn't sew the colored thread in the blue socks and they are still hard to tell from the black socks in the morning.)  I can't tell much difference, but she can so again thank you sweetheart. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1219998827598753566?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1219998827598753566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1219998827598753566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1219998827598753566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1219998827598753566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/12/lees-clothing-guide-for-work-and-church.html' title='Lee&apos;s Clothing Guide for Work and Church'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-7413252731411453450</id><published>2008-12-30T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:09:28.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mountain</title><content type='html'>Southern California is the land of theme parks.  With Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, and Universal Studios they are just all over the place.  But for all out thrills, the hands down tops is Magic Mountain.  So today, Perry and I headed up to enjoy the thrills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say this was my first time in about 25 years.  The last time I went I was 52 inches tall (I know because I could ride on both the kid coasters and the adult ones) and the only roller coasters they had were Gold Rusher, Revolution, and Colossus.  (I think they had Freefall too, but that wasn't exactly a roller coaster.)  Since then many more have been added and some have both come and gone, but those three were still there and we went on all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went on Viper, Ninja, Goliath, and Batman the Ride.  We ducked out on Superman (another not quite a roller coaster), Scream, X2, Riddler's Revenge, and Tatsu because the lines looked longer than the value of the thrill.  Of course our longest two waits (Goliath and Batman) were also our favorites, so the other long rides might have been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a thoroughly good time, though if I were to do it again I would run for one of the big rides while opening the park.  (We started with Revolution and Viper which we got on almost immediately, but it meant that by the time we hit the big rides they already had waits of over an hour.  We were there early enough that we probably could have made a break for X2 and been on within 1/2 an hour.  Oh well.)  I would also try to be in one of the big lines when the park closed, but Perry didn't really want to stay an hour after closing to wait out a line.  Still, I think it was a good vacation activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-7413252731411453450?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/7413252731411453450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=7413252731411453450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7413252731411453450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/7413252731411453450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/12/magic-mountain.html' title='Magic Mountain'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-8974729445111876678</id><published>2008-12-04T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:17:47.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH???</title><content type='html'>Occasionally I like to surf over to Craigslist and look at the various boat listings in the area. No I don't need a boat. I have a very nice one that fills my needs nicely. On the other hand there are times it would be nice to have a little rowboat or kayak to cruise up and down the chanel. I would also like a sabot to teach Libby how to sail. My boat is a bit big for her, but a sabot would be great. Besides, if she takes a class through the city next year it would cost $50 extra dollars to rent the boat, so if I saw one for $50 it would be worth it (of course I haven't seen any for under $150 and that was a super good deal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the point of this posting. This posting is about the oddest add I have seen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://losangeles.craigslist.org/ant/boa/945232697.html"&gt;bulldog 4 boat -&lt;/a&gt; pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right, someone wants to trade their Bulldog for a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/STiJLFERivI/AAAAAAAAABE/wlBp_MadQ3A/s1600-h/1101201g33m73od3p88c4255e6067121f17ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276117786896206578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/STiJLFERivI/AAAAAAAAABE/wlBp_MadQ3A/s200/1101201g33m73od3p88c4255e6067121f17ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276116564657755170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/STiID7361CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HpFDjreBCxo/s200/1111fb14c3nd3m33l38c47382b63686ce1151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see he is a pretty cute dog, but who tries to trade their pet for a boat. I could see someone who had a boat and a dog they couldn't keep looking to give the dog to a good owner and throw in a boat for good measure, but this has me baffled. But I guess somewhere out there may be someone who's fishing days are over but could really use a sweet dog. Still I can't help but think the man would be better off trying to make this as two separate transactions. First sell the dog, then buy the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-8974729445111876678?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/8974729445111876678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=8974729445111876678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8974729445111876678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8974729445111876678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf.html' title='WTH???'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/STiJLFERivI/AAAAAAAAABE/wlBp_MadQ3A/s72-c/1101201g33m73od3p88c4255e6067121f17ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1049504088021316168</id><published>2008-11-27T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:56:14.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Wrong We Are</title><content type='html'>As many of you know the Nobel Prizes were recently awarded.  I decided last night to read through some of the papers that Nambu (who won half of the physics prize) wrote.  These papers helped to understand the origin of mass in protons, neutrons, and similar objects and informed our current understanding of how fundamental masses of electrons and quarks are generated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me what was stunning though was how wrong the paper is.  It was written based on the views of the particle world that were dominant in 1961 with no real concept of quarks or that protons and neutrons are compound particles.  This makes the paper rather clunky compared to the current understanding and how the same principles might be presented in a modern textbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is a lesson to us.  He was not awarded the prize for an extremely accurate prediction but rather for an insight that fueled our undertanding of the masses of subatomic particles.  He wasn't the first to have the idea; he borrowed it from theories of superconductivity.  He didn't put the finishing touches on it.  But he did apply the insight in a new way that has shaped theoretical physics for 50 years.  I think that deserves a prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1049504088021316168?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1049504088021316168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1049504088021316168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1049504088021316168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1049504088021316168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-wrong-we-are.html' title='How Wrong We Are'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1674732196575218453</id><published>2008-11-23T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:35:44.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a signature?</title><content type='html'>We'll try this out in the public forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filling out Perry's Scout registration and I got into a discussion with Staci about what is actually meant by a signature.  In specific, I want my signature to mean that Perry and I will abide by scout rules and attempt to uphold the scouting tradition.  I do not want my signature to mean that I support the scout policies forbiding openly gay and atheist leaders and scouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to simply add a brief note after my signature stating this.  It would not be a loud or public protest, simply a statement of my belief that scouts should be for all boys and that while I am straight and believe in God myself, I don't believe that being gay or basing your moral grounding outside of the belief in deity makes you unworthy or dangerous as a part of scouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what extent does silence imply consent?  Does signing it without an adendum make me morally responsible in some small part for actions that I think are wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be a more productive form of protest?  I don't believe that my note alone would do anything except maybe cause a hangup in Perry's registration (which I don't want).  Nor do I want to protest from the outside or cause scouting embarassment or hassle.  However, I do believe that if everyone that wanted to be a part of scouting but disagreed with this policy voiced that opinion, the scout counsel would reconsider their decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and opinions welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1674732196575218453?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1674732196575218453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1674732196575218453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1674732196575218453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1674732196575218453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-in-signature.html' title='What&apos;s in a signature?'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-4753381541762181632</id><published>2008-11-06T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:41:35.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Parade II</title><content type='html'>I think I've come up with a plan to enter the boat parade.  I'm going to simply paddle it like a canoe and decorate it with glow in the dark sticks like kids wear at Halloween.  This should cost less than $20 for the paddles (my big one broke a few months back and my little ones won't do for the whole parade) and maybe $10 more for the light sticks.  So now the question is, anyone interested in joining me?  I need at least two others (I figure it is best to have at least two people paddling and one steering) and can probably take at least 6 (including me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-4753381541762181632?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/4753381541762181632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=4753381541762181632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4753381541762181632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4753381541762181632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/11/boat-parade-ii.html' title='Boat Parade II'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2514474881884389104</id><published>2008-11-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:45:45.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My Application?</title><content type='html'>I thought a long time ago that a good way to assign congresional districts would be to require that they each have the same population and then minimize the length of the boundaries. In essense this would push the districts into the most square shapes possible and make them geographically localized. For example, Dana Rohrbacher's district stretches along the Southern Califoria coast from Palos Verdes to Hunington Beach, which in my mind is clearly Gerrymandered to be a safe republican seat. (Though Debbie Cook gave him a good run for his money this time.) This would not stand up in my system because the long boundary would be intollerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until yesterday the idea that I could ever advance this idea to anywhere that it might make a difference was unthinkable. Now with the passage of proposition 11 it is only preposterous. I know it is just for state legislature districts, but the idea is the same. So I really do want to apply for the citizens panel and try to promote this idea. I don't think I'm very likely to be chosen, but what can it hurt to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also wondering if I should reregister to drop my party affiliation.  I believe my approach is very non-partisan so I would like to be one of the independent panel members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real question is: How do I apply?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2514474881884389104?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2514474881884389104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2514474881884389104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2514474881884389104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2514474881884389104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheres-my-application.html' title='Where&apos;s My Application?'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1774660063972057423</id><published>2008-09-14T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:18:21.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with this Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SM0qf93v-bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/11yw-RCR3aM/s1600-h/300x250_LWL_Banner_PC.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245895869629200818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SM0qf93v-bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/11yw-RCR3aM/s200/300x250_LWL_Banner_PC.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this banner on my email login page.  I don't know about anyone else, but I swear the before picture is way more attractive than the after picture.  The before looks like a warm cuddly hourglass shape.  The after looks like a semi-emaciated adolescent boy.  If that's what a woman wants out of weight loss she is NUTS.  (And if that's what we (men and/or society) are telling her she needs, then we have a problem too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1774660063972057423?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1774660063972057423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1774660063972057423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1774660063972057423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1774660063972057423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with this Picture'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SM0qf93v-bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/11yw-RCR3aM/s72-c/300x250_LWL_Banner_PC.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6673825794302303710</id><published>2008-09-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:38:54.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe Benefits</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I am currently working several part time jobs teaching at three different community colleges here in the LA area.  Two of the positions are near my home so I drive, but the other one (and the one which pays the best and where I have the most hours) is about 30 miles away beyond downtown LA.  Because gas is expensive and I don't like fighting traffic, I ride the metro train there.  This costs me a whopping total of $27 for a month pass so it is a big savings in gas even with a fuel efficient car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps even better are the fringe benefits.  I know you're thinking of things like reading or grading in the train and these are all nice, but the benefit I'm talking about is all the great conversations with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CRAZY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sure, I'm not refering to the crazy people who smell bad and wander around swearing under their breath at themselves.  The ones I'm refering to usually start coming off about like my Uncle Bernell.  (For those that don't know Bernell is a delightful man who loves to be the center of conversation.  He is an excellent story teller and really only needs you to nod occasionally to keep the conversation going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fairly often someone on the train or in the station comes around and just starts some conversation.  Usually pretty benign and often interesting.  This is no big deal as I do it too.  (Of course I may be one of the crazy people.)  But occasionally it takes a turn that I would never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, last week I got to talking with a guy who seemed friendly enough, and when I asked him what he did he said he was a father figure for the USC football team.  I assumed he was a retired coach who still hung around or something along those lines.  The next thing I know he's explaining to me that the reason USC lost to Stanford (when I don't remember) was that he had gotten upset with the quarter back and walked out.  Without him there the quarterback was so distraught he couldn't play.   Before I know it he's explaining to me how Troy Aikman would never have made it in the NFL if he hadn't flown out at his own expense to give him a pep talk.  He continued with these stories and complaining about how they never paid him anything out of gratitude until one of us had to get on or off of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was even more fun.  Some guy comes and starts talking about Amtrak and some monthly pass they were offering.  He said it stretched the entire continental US including Maine and Florida so I commented that it would take about a month to get from her to Maine and Florida on Amtrak.  (Only a slight exageration.  I think San Francisco to Chicago is about a week.)  He kept on talking and then asked if I knew anything about nano-technology.  I do in fact know a thing or two so I started to talk with him.  Suddenly he is talking about how he signed a release for the government to implant a nano-chip in his brain to help with his manic-depression.  At this point I'm cautious but not entirely certain that he is crazy.  I don't claim to know about all therapies and a small chip that delivers microscopic shocks seemed like a conceivable experimental therapy.  But when he started talking about how it was a "really good" "military quality" chip and that they had put micro-cameras in his eyes and he was filming everything he saw for a documentary, I knew he was over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to tell him that he probably had schizophrenia not bipolar and I mostly listened quietly as he told his stories.  When he started asking about black holes I though maybe we could talk sense, but he mostly wanted to talk about time travel.  (For the record, the evidence is getting stronger and stronger that no, you can't time travel, even with a black hole.  Though Michio Kaku might say otherwise, I think he's a little out there himself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he realized I wouldn't bite on the time-travel business, he asked the burly tatooed guy who he had originally started talking to and was now ignoring us.  He actually had a good comment that in quantum mechanics nothing is impossible only ridiculously improbable.  (In addition to crazy people you also meet people who know a lot more than you would expect at first blush.  Riding the train is a good way to smash a lot of predjudices.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6673825794302303710?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6673825794302303710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6673825794302303710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6673825794302303710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6673825794302303710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/fringe-benefits.html' title='Fringe Benefits'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-2099101012848964955</id><published>2008-09-07T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:47:52.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Project!!  The Long Beach Boat Parade, Help Needed</title><content type='html'>I'd like to enter my boat in the Long Beach Boat Parade this Christmas. I just have to figure out how. There are a lot of small boats in the parade, in fact there have to be to go around the small island in Naples, so that isn't the problem. The problems are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will I propel it? It is a sailboat and under sail power it can't stay in a nice straight line. Besides the parade is at night and the wind will have died down by then. A small trawler moter ought to work. They cost about $100, but maybe I can get one off of Craigslist, or better yet, borrow one for the night. (I'd need a battery too, so maybe I could borrow that.)  Otherwise, we could move it with the small oars I have, or get new ones, but that is a lot of rowing for a boat not built for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will I light it. Again, I'd need batteries for that. LED lights would last longer on battery power but would be more expensive to purchase. I might need an inverter to ramp the voltage up too.  What would happen if we capsized?  Would it short at the battery or at the high voltage end.  Or is there a safety device.  (Acording to what I've read, lots of people use 120 V lights.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I want to go on the small boat inner loop, I'll have to lower the mast.  I could just leave the mast off, but it would be the prettiest thing lit up and lowering it shouldn't be that bad.  Or I could just stay on the outside loop.  (Come to think of it, leaving the mast off is harder than I thought.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if ANYONE has any ideas, or any of the necessaries (old strings of lights for example, I'm looking for the cheesy colorful ones so if you switched to the classier whites your old ones would be great), please let me know.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-2099101012848964955?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/2099101012848964955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=2099101012848964955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2099101012848964955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/2099101012848964955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-long-beach-boat-parade-help.html' title='A Project!!  The Long Beach Boat Parade, Help Needed'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6592534054651916144</id><published>2008-09-05T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:32:16.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review:  The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY @$#*  !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of the movie almost an hour ago and I'm still shaking.  This may be the best movie I have ever seen.  (Maybe not, but seriously, this is a contender.)  Everything I had heard about Heath Ledger's Joker and all the other perfomances was spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joker seems to be the one that is always in control.  Even when he is losing you never know if he has another trick up his sleeve.  Honestly, even in the end I didn't think it was completely clear that he wouldn't show up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is VERY dark and frightening.  Even when you know who wins in the end and who loses the suspense is still there.  (And sometimes what you thought you knew doesn't turn out to be true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly a thrill ride and well worth the time spent on it.  (We used some free tickets from donating blood or something like that so I can't say it was worth the price, but it would have been.)  I'm glad I saw it in the theater and almost wish I had seen it in an IMAX theater.  That said, no I don't want to see it in a theater again.  The next time I'll be perfectly happy to watch it on a small screen with the lights turned on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6592534054651916144?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6592534054651916144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6592534054651916144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6592534054651916144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6592534054651916144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-review-dark-knight.html' title='Movie Review:  The Dark Knight'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1986966834995646223</id><published>2008-09-05T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:37:14.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Review, Canadian Football</title><content type='html'>Those that know me well know that I have always been a sucker for something different, odd, or a bit out of the norm.  For example, I chose to play viola in elementary school, not because I liked the sound, but because I'd seen a viola on Mr. Rogers Neighborhood and had never heard of it before.  This was something out of the ordinary, different, 0dd, unique.  The decision served me well as I had opportunities that I would not have had playing cello or violin, but that isn't the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it should come as no surprise that when I heard that Canada also plays football (american style football) but that it was a little different, I was immediately interested.  In the past I've only managed to occasionally smuggle a recording of the Grey Cup (their championship) into the states (no it isn't really smuggling, its perfectly legal, but it sounds better this way).  Now, our current cable provider shows a fairly large number of CFL (Canadian Football League) games and I just catch them on the DVR and watch them when I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find the differences exciting just for being different, but they do alter the feel of the game significantly.  For example, the field is 10 yards longer and teams only get 3 downs rather than 4 to move the ball 10 yards.  You would think this would result in a much slower game with more punts and less scoring, but the opposite is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in addition to those differences, the field is 15 yards wider.  There is an extra player on each team (for 12 each) but that isn't enough space to plug up 30% more field so the game is more spread out allowing more passing and running lanes and a better chance for end around plays to be successful.  The endzone is 20 yards deep rather than 10 (the goal posts are in the middle of the endzone rather than the back) so that goal line offense is not as cramped as it is in the U.S.  Plus teams are simply more aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer field results in teams rarely being backed up against their goal line (you almost never get a touchback on a kickoff).  The kick itself rarely goes past the 10 yard line and is usually run back to the 30 or 40.   Interestingly, being backed up against the goal line is considered much worse than in the U.S.  Teams will routinely concede a safety rather than have to punt from their own endzone.  I'm guessing it is just too hard to get a good long punt and prevent a runback.  I figure they would rather take the 2 points loss than take that big of a risk of giving up 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more interesting point is a single point.  If a kick is taken for a touchback in Canadian Football (kickoff or field goal, I'm not certain with a punt and have heard both) the receiving team does still get to start from their 20 yard line, but the kicking team gets one point.  As a result, field goal attempts almost always score at least one point (it must miss the endzone or be run out of the endzone) and occasionally points are scored on the kickoff by the kicking team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I find it very exciting and enjoy watching it.  That isn't to say that I will stop watching American Football, but I do enjoy the CFL occasionally to change things up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1986966834995646223?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1986966834995646223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1986966834995646223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1986966834995646223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1986966834995646223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/sports-review-canadian-football.html' title='Sports Review, Canadian Football'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-8188404776099652131</id><published>2008-09-04T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:10:42.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bang Theory, Television Review</title><content type='html'>While visiting my folks this Summer, my dad and my older brother each asked me if I had seen the CBS television show &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/big_bang_theory/"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/a&gt;.  I hadn't and when the were agast that I hadn't seen a show about physicists I was a bit taken aback.  I mean, why would I want to watch a show that was almost certain to make bitter fun of the physicist's inherent quirks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw it, I thought it was indeed very funny, but was still bothered that the main character, Sheldon, and the two minor sidekicks, Howard and Raj, were far more disfunctional than any physicists I knew (or at least the vast, vast majority).  Only the major sidekick, Leonard, was at all realistic.  Still it was cute enough that I started to record and watch the show (Oh the wonders of a DVR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've come to a few realizations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leonard, not Sheldon, is the true main character.  (Yes there is room for debate here, but I am convinced of it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sheldon, Howard, and Raj are not meant to be real people, but archetypes of certain idosyncracies that yes physicists and other technical guys do have.  Just like the women in Sex and the City were archetypes (except Carrie).  Thus we get&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leonard, a real believable character with aspects of everyone else's idosyncracies, but generally a functional normal guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sheldon, probably high functioning Aspergers with no concept or interest in social involvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Howard, sex crazed and clueless about how to pursue this goal.  I haven't seen anyone really like this guy since junior high.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raj, terrified of women and introverted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, now the show really is quite entertaining.  To be totally honest, back as an undergrad I used to think a sitcom about the physics students' antics in our study room would be really funny until I realized that no one else would watch or get it.  Now I find that this show is about as close to that as any real show I could hope for.  Maybe not my favorite show of all time, but well worth a half an hour a week.  (OK, 25 minutes since I fast forward through commercials.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-8188404776099652131?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/8188404776099652131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=8188404776099652131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8188404776099652131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8188404776099652131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-bang-theory-television-review.html' title='The Big Bang Theory, Television Review'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-3935065057202311122</id><published>2008-09-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:09:27.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>OK, many of you will think this hardly constitutes the end of an era, but the comic strip "For Better or For Worse" &lt;a href="http://www.fbofw.com/"&gt;www.fbofw.com&lt;/a&gt; has concluded.  It has been going for some 29 years and chronicled the lives of a family in Toronto Canada.  Unlike most comic strips, the characters aged in a lifelike manner so I could follow the children (who were only slightly younger than me) through their lives, and they often seemed like extra friends.  (I heard on the radio once that people sometimes overestimated the number of friends they had because they counted Ross, Monica, Joey, Chandler, Rachel, and Phoebe from the TV show friends.  I was guilty of the same thing but by counting the fbofw characters.)  According to the synopsis in yesterday's strip, she probably had enough material to keep it going for several years or more.  I'm sad to see it go as I always looked to it for at least one daily smile.  It will be running reworked repeats though so I guess it will just be fun to watch Michael and Elizabeth grow up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-3935065057202311122?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/3935065057202311122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=3935065057202311122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/3935065057202311122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/3935065057202311122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-1658801253505448319</id><published>2008-08-29T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:52:51.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Poo!!!</title><content type='html'>I got the call this morning telling me that I did not get the full time position at LACC.  Since I hadn't heard anything yesterday and knew they would want to announce it today at the whole faculty meeting, I wasn't surprised.  In fact I was very glad to find out before I left for the meeting rather than when the announcement was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate selected was the one I had seen and who I figured had the strongest Astronomy background.  Since that was mentioned as one of the things they were looking for I wasn't surprised.  I also found out that I had correctly guessed who the other finallist was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some fun getting in some jabs about him being the one chosen and me being left out.  (He says he is suffering survivor's guilt.  You'll forgive me if I don't feel much sympathy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is I did well and I still have several assignments.  Cerritos will readvertise soon and Pierce College will also be looking soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-1658801253505448319?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/1658801253505448319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=1658801253505448319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1658801253505448319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/1658801253505448319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-poo.html' title='Well, Poo!!!'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-4494949961534743794</id><published>2008-08-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:33:27.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Interview, THE BIG ONE</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had the big interview at LACC.  At first I thought I hadn't made it through the preliminary round and wouldn't be one of the three interviewed by the school president, but with much gratitude I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went fairly well altough I have to admit the questions caught me a bit off guard.   They started with wanting to know who I was outside of the resume.  I struggled to come up with answers that went beyond my CV (which they had and is much longer than a typical resume) but were still on the strictly professional.  Perhaps I should have mentioned sailing which is a physics inspired hobby, but I wanted to steer clear of family and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next they asked how I dealt with conflict in the class.  Well, any answer I gave that was more than broad generalization would require giving an example, and in any example of conflict I have made at least some mistakes.  I used two examples where the mistakes were minor and the resolutions very positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions continued with why I'm applying at a community college when I have a Ph.D. and could apply to a University.  (I focused on the strong interaction with students you get at  a community college.)  Why LA City College in particular.  What I knew about learning outcomes and evaluation.  How I behaved on commitees (I'm very talkative and free to give my opinion and like to work towards concensus.), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn to ask questions I asked about what the school goals were and what they wanted out of me.  How consistant the goals were and how smooth and open faculty administration communication was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole I think it was a good interview.  The only thing I'm nervous about is that there are two other excellent candidates.  I saw one of them (who I had guessed would be there) and if astronomy is where they want to focus I would say he is the better candidate.  (On physics I think I'm stronger.)  At this point it is just time to hope and be glad that the school will do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-4494949961534743794?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/4494949961534743794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=4494949961534743794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4494949961534743794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/4494949961534743794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-interview-big-one.html' title='Another Interview, THE BIG ONE'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-74091815908432060</id><published>2008-08-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:28:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Deal No Dough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SLYbGSiGApI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cAeSDDulN6Y/s1600-h/010200010301010401200808267306d6bb82005fa672005290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239405011360154258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SLYbGSiGApI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cAeSDDulN6Y/s200/010200010301010401200808267306d6bb82005fa672005290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at boats on Craigslist, just for fun. Unfortunately, the problem with looking is that you might find something you would really like but can't get. I have no problem passing over the $35,000+ yachts or even the boats that are just a few thousand. But I ran across a guy selling two sabots for $600 total. Now the other complete sabots I've seen have been more than $600 each, and even the cheapest versions are probably $1500-$2000 new. And it would be the perfect boat to teach Libby how to sail in. She is the only one that has shown a real interest, and is just barely to the point that she could learn in a sabot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I can make justifications adnauseum, but sooner or later I have to face the facts. I have a perfectly good boat that I don't use enough (a bit big for Libby to learn, but with me in the boat over the next few years . . .) and I don't have $600 (or even $300) burning a hole in my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wonder if I could buy both then sell one for $600.  Probably, but still a bad idea.  See I can't stop.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-74091815908432060?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/74091815908432060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=74091815908432060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/74091815908432060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/74091815908432060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-deal-no-dough.html' title='Good Deal No Dough'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SLYbGSiGApI/AAAAAAAAAAY/cAeSDDulN6Y/s72-c/010200010301010401200808267306d6bb82005fa672005290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-8629123579444013517</id><published>2008-08-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:50:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I weren't attracted to women I'd think I was gay.</title><content type='html'>The comment I made to two friends who were teasing me about enjoying chick flicks and musicals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-8629123579444013517?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/8629123579444013517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=8629123579444013517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8629123579444013517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/8629123579444013517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-werent-attracted-to-women-id-think.html' title='If I weren&apos;t attracted to women I&apos;d think I was gay.'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1793401598053485100.post-6603555160407177249</id><published>2008-08-23T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:24:24.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Differences</title><content type='html'>I've really enjoyed watching the Olympics.  It is a chance to take a deep interest in sports, including ones that I don't often follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example I have really enjoyed watching Volleyball.  In part because it is a fun sport, in part because Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh look hot in bikinis, and partly because my second home country (Brazil) is also really good in the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching these matches I noticed an interesting difference in the countries' cultures.  I've noticed this in other sports too.  In the U.S. (and most other countries) the players have their family name on the back of their jerseys.  But the Brazilians almost always have their first name on their Jersey.  Sometimes it is even a nickname (unless they really have the names "ant" or "large fluffy/cuddly one").  The same is true on the soccer field.  "Pele" is a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Brazil, someone once said that Americans hand a deeper intelectual awareness of their freedom, while Brazilians had a stronger emotional feel for their freedoms.  I think in that culture it must seem ridiculously formal to write your family name on your shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it is just that 90% of the contry has some form of dos Santos, da Silva, 0r Rodriguez in their last name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1793401598053485100-6603555160407177249?l=public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/feeds/6603555160407177249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1793401598053485100&amp;postID=6603555160407177249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6603555160407177249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1793401598053485100/posts/default/6603555160407177249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://public-tomfoolery.blogspot.com/2008/08/cultural-differences.html' title='Cultural Differences'/><author><name>tFool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02242513672049308797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rIcjZnNx1wc/SGfzuRMeA5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AnDJ9InTEB8/S220/HPIM0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
