Bad Picture of the Recent Lunar Eclipse

It was pretty cloudy, so I only got a good look at the moonwhen the eclipse was ending.

Bring An Euler's Disk To The Students at Thomas Edison

I was a guest-speaker for an Elective class (6th through 8th graders) at Thomas Edison Elementary School. I talked about the physics of spinning objects, particularly phenomena like precession, and brought an Euler's Disk for a classroom demonstration. Euler's Disks are interesting because precession accelerates as the disk spins down and rotation slows.

Working Hard on "Better Call Saul"

Determined three minor locations tonight. Minor they might be, but they were driving me crazy. First half-season finale next Monday. Second half starts in July. By the beginning of September, I'd like to be close to finishing the updates to my two books. But first, I'll have to visit Albuquerque to chase down a mind-numbing number of photos!

A Thought About Buffalo

After years of “reporting” on this supposed Great Replacement theory that the shooter cites in his manifesto, it’s as clear as it ever gets that FOX News is to blame for today’s massacre in Buffalo. 

You put the Theory out there and wait for someone to bite. Someone always does! 

Rupert Murdoch may as well have fired the bullets himself.

A Dream

One of the last things I do before bed is to take a last look at Facebook. 

Several nights ago, I recall reading about Donald Trump’s “hurricane gun” idea, a friend’s hospital stay, and Route 66. Then I slept, and my brain tried to make sense of what I had read. 

I dreamt that five hurricanes were approaching the U.S. coast, and that I had to get back to Albuquerque as soon as possible. Barefoot and wearing a hospital gown, I was pushing a walker and running at highway speeds, through Nevada and Arizona, trying to get home. As I awoke, after a 900-mile run, I was approaching the Sandia Mountains on Paseo del Norte at sunset, watching a rising crescent moon over the mountains as the rains closed in. Very pretty, but I was getting very weary. 

(I know, I know, you can't have a rising crescent moon at sunset. My bad.) 

Making sense of Facebook is hard for the brain.