Natterings of a Woman in STEM
While I was knitting one day, my eldest son was prattling on about his coding class. I happened to glance down at my pattern and realized – with unjustified surprise – that I was looking at lines of code. An acquaintance of mine describes… Continue Reading “Encoded Crafting”
What am I looking at here? During a recent visit to the California Railroad Museum, Sacramento, I wondered what the bolt-like features on this boiler were. I speculated. I consulted with the museum staff and docents. We ruminated. We postulated. We hypothesized. We came… Continue Reading “A Question for Rail Enthusiasts…”
What do we do when something we trust transforms into something beyond our experience – a raging river runs dry, a baby never cries, or a constant in physics becomes inconsistent… I say, why not embrace it! And in the hokiest way possible! In… Continue Reading “An Unwarranted Trust”
What’s so great about our 1965 Ford F100 pickup truck (aka The Beast)? Let me count the ways: The truck has a manual choke. What’s so fantastic about this? Young people have no idea what it is. This vehicle will never be stolen except… Continue Reading “The Greatness of the Beast”
What is most important thing in our lives? Family? Career? Love? Religion? No. Whatever you answered is wrong. (Though I’ll allow religion. An afterlife may be useful.) The most important thing in our lives is gravity. Don’t naysay me. Give it a moment’s thought.… Continue Reading “Weight Management – a matter of some gravity”
When I was a tiny girl, televised car shows showed shapely, scantily-clad, young women dangling themselves over vehicles. This behavior utterly confused my childish mind. Finally, I matured enough to understand that the consumer was supposed to confound lust for the luscious woman with… Continue Reading “Making a Beauty of the Beast”
At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, hostilities ceased in one of history’s most brutal conflicts. One hundred years has passed since the Armistice – the moment that ended a war jingoistically known as The Great War, optimistically known… Continue Reading “The Eleventh Hour”
As a newly-wed, my husband lusted after an SUV. I reacted as any bride would to a rival and quashed his excessively expensive vehicular ardor. However, it is easier to supplant a want than to eliminate it; so, I encouraged him to buy a… Continue Reading “The Beast”