Saturday, July 19, 2014

What’s with Chinese cardboard?

It’s different, isn’t it?
It seems lighter and a tad more brittle than American cardboard.
It feels different too. Kinda gritty, right?
It seems a little thinner, too.
The wavy little piece in the middle has teeny-tiny little waves, doesn’t it?
But I guess it does the job. God knows we get enough stuff from China boxed in their weird, gritty cardboard. And I’ve never gotten anything from there (China) that was broken. Not yet anyway.
I wonder how it blends with American cardboard in our recycling grinders? Does our supple, thicker cardboard make the gruel smoother? Or does the Chinese brittle, thinner, cardboard make the gruel grittier?

Anybody?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Exploring without boats

I know people who spend all day on their computers—looking up stuff, reading other people’s stuff—and I thought it was a nutty waste of time.
Then I realized they’re doing in seconds—on computers—what Ponce de Leon And Amerigo Vespucci took years to do—in boats.
Hats off to you; the new explorers. You don’t even get seasick.
And.
Back then, I’m sure a lot of people thought they were just as nutty as some people think you are today.

I’m not saying me, but some people.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Why our Galaxy may be safe from invasion—forever

I wrote about a giant ball of deleted propa-sales-ganda-pitch-special-e-gook floating out in space a while ago.
It occurred to me that it might possibly be as large as Earth by now. Perhaps it’s surrounding our planet completely.
Any other life-form searching the Universe for signs of life could stumble on to it and shudder at the content. Our Galaxy would be immediately be marked on star charts and labeled “Off limits” to all other reasonable forms of life.
Could you blame them? The horror would be palpable. Erectile dysfunction alone would scare most other life-forms away.
So, we’d be safe—forever. Unless we ourselves stumble on to another life-form out there, somewhere.
If we do, we can only hope they have found a better, more permanent way to dispose of their e-gook.


Ours is out there.