My Heroes At different times of my life I have admired many different people for any number of qualities. When I was four and living in Santa Monica, I remember discussing my heroes of the moment, who were the firemen and policemen of the local forces. The German woman with the Hispanic-sounding first name (Maria) that had come with us from Venezuela to care for my sisters and me, fed into my hero-worship by inviting…
People Are Funny Today, after several business calls with the financing half of my little scientific R&D company team and an email to my expert witness partner explaining that I am imminently qualified as an expert in why a project financing did not get financed for a big African gas project, I decided to take a long overdue motorcycle ride on a nice-not-too-hot afternoon here in Southern California. I know that rain is coming on…
Learning To Be Quiet When I was in college almost fifty years ago, I was a member of a fraternity at Cornell. In those days the University was woefully deficient in undergraduate dormitory housing for upperclassmen. I’m not sure which was the chicken and which was the egg in the equation (without dorms the need for fraternities was greater or with fraternities the demand for dorms was slack). Whichever was the cause and the effect,…
Planning to Plant People are amazed that I have gotten into gardening as I have. I do not find it so amazing, but rather somewhat predictable. While I have owned sixteen homes in my lifetime, three have been apartments in NYC (one with a large terrace that I planted and then replanted by my own design), nine have been vacation homes (two in the Hudson Valley, one in the Hamptons, five for skiing in Utah…
Feel-Good I’ve had a few things wrap up in the last few days and with completion comes evaluation and feedback. When I was in the thick of my working career (actually the relatively early days since I was only just under ten years in), I ran a Division that had use of a company car that I would occasionally drive home for the night. We did not have a full-time parking space, but could keep…
Nixplay This title is stolen from the brand name of a digital device I was given by my daughter. It is a photo frame (perhaps 9”x6’) that is WiFi connected and to which any number of authorized contributors may submit photographs for my viewing pleasure. While the manner of display has many settings optionalities, I imagine that I employ the most common of simply having the photographs rotate through their sequence for several seconds each.…
Time Warping The folks at 23andMe always like to surprise me about what they can give me for value added from one little swab of spit taken from me several years ago (probably three or four years). They are regularly using my chromosomal blueprint to cross-reference me to new and distant members of my family that I have little or no interest in connect with. But they also like to make observations about my lifestyle…
Gardening at the Edge Living on the edge is one of those claims that I enjoy making about my lifestyle. I have always liked the unorthodox life history that I have led and while the first seventeen years of my life I must attribute it to my mother and her wanderlust and adventurous lifestyle, I took only an educational breather for five years (BA and MBA) before reinventing my own personal version of that life…
Teaching in the Modern World In my backyard at my Ithaca house, the house I call Homeward Bound because it adjoins the Cornell University campus where my mother, all of my children and I all attended, there sits a wonderful rock and copper life-sized statue of a reclining Socrates, decked out in full toga, teaching his students most emphatically with hand gestures and such. This always struck me as the epitome of the Socratic Method…
They Call Me Benito If you are like me, there is only one person you associate with the name Benito and that name rhymes with Linguini. That particular Benito led the first fascist coup in 1922 that turned Italy to National Fascism and then spurred on his brethren like Adolph and Francisco to drive their own people into a lather over the next fifteen years. Il Duce, Das Fuhrer, El Caudillo all mean the same…