Read the explanation of this series here.
I went into the office of Steve Johnson (the only bachelor in the office). “How can I meet women? Should I go to a bar?”
“When you go to bars, you meet women who drink. At the World Affairs Council, you meet women who think. It is the intellectual singles’ bar of Northern California,” Steve said.
I joined the WAC that day at lunch. There was an international wine tasting that night. I vowed to introduce myself to every woman whose head was above the crowd. V was wearing thigh-high boots that night, and stood about four inches taller than her barefoot 6-foot height. She was pretty and funny. Two years later, we were married.
He is getting better at writing his name; he signed a picture this week. His father worked with him on a tiger picture: his favorite animal.
First, he got the concept of gravity. Now, he has developed a sense of momentum, which is to say, he figured out how to swing his legs to go higher on a swingset.
Frank and Ernest on AI
You know the Gartner Hype Cycle is in full swing when your technology starts showing up in the funnies. A tip of the PSACOT hat to Daniel Dern.
Two things you should always remember when reading health or science news. A) Coincidence is not causality. B) The plural of anecdote is not evidence.
"It does exactly what it says on the tin,” as the British would say. I get Funny Times and Santa Cruz Comic News. Times: text. News: visual. Some Times content is public (100 Word Rant), some not (Jon Winokur Curmudgeon updates his books).
As always, the best humor on the Internet is Top5. A collection of 12 memes from my UPI chat group under the rubric Geezer Humor.
35 Years Before The Mic
The column to the right on this blog contains permanent content, most of which has appeared at one time or another in the main body. I’ve decided to include a reminder.
I did an audio summary of my career in radio and on podcasts: A friend of long standing listened to it recently―thus doubling the number of people who have ever heard it. You can be the third!
This is just one of many brilliant cartoons at Marketooniust.Com. I subscribe to his weekly notification; you should too.
As always, the best humor on the Internet is Top5.
C, E-flat, and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, but we don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished, and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes in and heads for the bathroom, saying, "Excuse me; I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight." E-flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "You're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural. Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.
My latest collaboration with a Welsh freelancer (me: lyrics, him: music and vocals) is
I should note in passing that my daughters have noticed that my favorite 70’s songs all involve close harmony (Crosby, Stills and Nash style). I asked my Sullivan (I’m Gilbert) for close harmony, and he gave it to me.