We are tracked too aggressively on the web. I am opting out and, while you’re on my blog, I’m opting you out too.
The story of a visionary president, a moonshot and the most powerful toilet bowl cleaners known to man.
Down at the pmail warehouse, I’m scuba diving in my Incoming bin and CCing people like a dervish. If only I could find time to do some actual work.
Being an explanation of why blog categories just don’t work for me and why the navigation is so useless on this blog.
The really good ones do anyway.
Love. A little about us. A little about them. A little about nobody I actually know. A little about some trees I care about.
Some simple things are easy to learn. Some simple things are hard.
When we “improve” a road, what exactly are we improving?This is a reflection on improving roads, both actual and metaphorical, in Death Valley and Yosemite and the slow loss of “natural” places with every “improvement.”
We have good camels in our caravan. Maybe not great, but good. But then we pile on too much, so the good camels leave and get replaced by slightly worse camels and we ratchet down, because too many camel drivers think their job is to make the camels adjust to the load, when usually their job is to adjust the load to the camels.
A farmer works the land for generations and, if careful, the land is worth more with each passing year. A miner extracts what he can from the land and, when done, it’s worthless. Most business people are either farmers or miners and we need both. The problem is miners who mistake themselves for farmers.