The Disappearing Spoon -- a book review

The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean is a history of the development of the Periodic Table of Elements, the basic map chemists use to understand the makeup of all things in our univers.

I know. I know. Some people find history and science boring. The complete title of this book is The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Element. It's anything but "boring."

Take the German chemist Robert Bunsen. You remember the Bunsen burner in your high school chemistry class. This book clarifies that although Herr Bunsen didn’t invent the Bunsen Burner. He did improve it by adding a valve that controlled oxygen flow which made a more efficient flame. That allowed him to heat elements causing them to emit unique bands of colored light. Take a disused cigar box and two telescope eye pieces and, voilà! He had a spectroscope. He was also into experimenting with cyanide and building working models of geysers in the middle of his lab.

Speaking of Bunsen Burners, when I was a high school sophomore in chemistry class, I discovered that you could use a Bunsen Burner to heat a test tube topped with a cork and shoot that cork with great accuracy at anyone within about eight feet.

Chemistry class! Ah, yes, I remember Mr. Rice’s high school chemistry class. It was the fall of 1963 and I was new to the town, to the school, and definitely to Mr. Rice. He was a very big man, over six feet tall and over 300 pounds, no hair. That first day, he set out the following facts about himself and his class. He declared the United States may be a democracy but his class was not. His rules were the rules and students had no say. He could swear in six languages. He was qualified to teach every class available at our high school except Home Economics and Girls P.E.

He announced that he was required by the State of Oklahoma to issue the approved text book, which he promptly did. Then he said we would not be using said book and he recommended that we turn them back in before that day’s class ended rather than keeping them in our lockers and risking damage or loss for which we would be responsible for the replacement cost.

If he mentioned the very large Periodic Table hanging on the wall, I don’t remember it.

He passed out a list of the 103 elements on the table at that time complete with its one- or two-letter chemical symbol, atomic number, and valence which we would then be tested on. In order to pass the class, we must pass the test. We would have as many chances to pass the test as we needed. We could miss three elements the first time we took the test and pass. The second time, we could miss two. The third and any succeeding attempts would require perfection. Yes, you guessed it. I passed on the third attempt.

This whole process was to help us do equations quickly using the information we’d memorized. Until I read The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean, I didn’t understand that all this information was readily available on the Periodic Table of Elements which was there on the wall of that classroom. Not that that would have helped. As big as it was, I sat too far from it to easily read it. And you had to know where to look on it to find any particular element. Not to mention that the one- and two-letter chemical symbols were printed large while the name of the element was a smaller font and the rest of the information was even smaller.

Many of those symbols had seemingly nothing to do with the element they stood for. I mean, okay. “H” for hydrogen. “Li” for Lithium. But “Na” for Sodium? “K” for Potassium? “Au” for Gold for heaven’s sake! And they were not organized alphabetically by symbol or name.

I don’t remember if Mr. Rice explained how to use the Periodic Table of Elements. Perhaps he did, but I was too overwhelmed to hear him, much less, process and use that information. So it was memorization for me!

I should have read this book before I had that chemistry class!

Reading Kean’s descriptions of some of the elements and how they could effect a human’s physical self was, if not frightening, certainly sobering.

During that year in chemistry class, we had a unit on “unknowns.” Mr. Rice would give us a sample to be identified – a powder, a liquid, a solid. He handed out instructions for a series of tests we were use to identify the element. Rather like recipes. I quickly discovered that I could just taste whatever it was and identify it. Of course I first tested the sample for arsenic, arsenous, cyanide, and acetate. The first three sounded dangerous to me. And one taste of acetate taught me not to taste it again. (If you taste acetate, you won’t be able to spit for a week. Think biting into a green persimmon.)

Apparently I wasn't the first to think I could identify an element by taste. Kean specifically says: “A live body is so complicated … that if you inject a random element into your bloodstream or liver or pancreas, there’s almost no telling what will happen. 
...when it comes to the periodic table, it’s best to keep our mouths shut. ”

When Mr. Rice discovered some of us were using this unsafe method of testing, he took steps to dissuade us from continuing to use it. He said he put urine in some of the samples of unknowns. Now we didn’t know if he actually did, but I for one discontinued that particular method of testing.

My favorite story in The Disappearing Spoon is a cautionary tale about a Detroit high school student who, in the 1990s, for an Eagle Scout project, built a nuclear reactor in the potting shed in his mother’s backyard.

No spoilers here.

There are so many good stories about scientists and, shall we say, science enthusiasts in this book. It’s definitely worth a read.

 

Will and Harper -- a Movie Review

 

In her car heading west

Will and Harper is a Netflix documentary about Will Ferrell and Harper Steele on a road trip from New York to Califoria. Will, a comedian, and Harper, a TV writer, met when they both went to work on Saturday Night Live, back in the day, and have been good friends since.

Will had always known Harper as a man named Andrew. Then he got an email explaining that Andrew had transitioned to a woman named Harper. Harper's email expressed concern that Will would accept her and still be her friend. Will not only chose to accept her and be her friend but suggested a road trip. I think to better understand this person who had been his very close friend for more than 30 years, whom he now discovered he had not known as trully as he thought.

Will suggested a road trip across America to places Harper had gone as a man named Andrew. Now she would experience America as herself.

Their first stop is breakfast with Harper's daughters. Their primary concern about the trip is for Harper's safety. As I watched the girls' obvious worry, I didn't really understand why they would be afraid for her. I was thinking nobody would know she was trans unless she said.

Admittedly she was not very feminine. She walked like a man, albeit in heels. She starts the film always wearing dresses even if pants would have been more appropriate. And she holds her beer like a man. But she looks like a woman. Maybe not a Hugh Hefner style woman, but certainly like many 60-year-old women.

Then I think about it.

Those daughters are right to be afraid for her because Harper is now a woman. She doesn't yet know how to be a woman. Apparently she has a history of going into shady places -- dive bars and such -- wherever she wants. But she's always gone into them as a man named Andrew. As long as a man watches his mouth and doesn't come on to or insult some guy's woman, he'll pretty much be safe in even the worst of bars. However, there are places that are not safe for a woman -- especially, if she seems insecure at all. And Harper is insecure for all kinds of reasons. She's just learning who she is as a person in this new self. She's just learning how to be a woman.

Speaking of dive bars, Harper goes into a bar in the small, rural town of  Meeker, Oklahoma. I won't say how that goes, but I will say it was not unlike what I think would have happened in my brother's favorite neighborhood bar in Oyster Creek, Texas.

As the documentary goes on, Harper seems to become more comfortable being a woman and dresses in pants and flats and even a swim suit.

I know, better late than never. But something I want to say, as an old woman myself -- I'm sorry that she transitioned so late in life. She missed the times she could have been the "Barbie" woman. Those times have their own traumas, but they also have their "Princess" moments when she and all the world would have seen her as movie-star glamorous.

Fall of Giants -- a Book Review

    So, I was on a walk with my walking group. We're lucky enough to live in a town where there are little free libraries scattered through the parks and neighborhoods.

    If you know me, you know I always stop to see what's on offer. And on this walk I saw Winter of the World by Ken Follett, one of his I'd never read. So, of course it came home with me. 

   Wikipedia identifies Follett as a Welsh novelist working in the genres of "thriller, spy  novel, and historical fiction." Years ago I read his Eye of the Needle, a spy novel, and then The Key to Rebecca, also a spy novel but with some historical underpinnings. Neither actually my cup of tea, but both well-written.

    Then I read Pillars of the Earth, the first of his Kingsbridge series. And I was hooked. It is set in the 12th Century. Then World without End with descendents of some of the Pillars characters, and then A Colume of Fire set in 1558 through 1605. (After doing a bit of research to write this review I see that I've got a couple more of them to read -- a prequel and the fourth in the Kingsbridge series.)

   

    On closer examination of the book from the Little Library, I discovered that World in Winter is the second in a trilogy.

    

        The Century Trilogy

    Of course it is, and I can't read it without having read the first, so, I went online to my local public library and downloaded the first book in the trilogy to my eReader -- The Fall of Giants. 

     

The Fall of Giants

    The Fall of Giants follows families from five cultures -- Welsh, English, German, Russian, and American -- actually more if you count the ruling and working classes.These families travel their intersecting paths from pre-World War I, the holdover days of feudal Europe through the struggle for rights for women and the working classes complicated by World War I and the Russian Revolution to what they hoped would be a fairer and freer world without war. 

    It begins in 1911 in Aberowen, a small, Welsh mining town. Thirteen-year-old Billy Williams, son of a union leader, goes to work down in a coal mine on land owned by the Fitzherberts, an aristocratic English family. Billy and his sister Ethel carry the Welsh common people's arc. 

    

    The Earl Fitzherbert and his sister Maud are the main characters in the English arc of the story. He the traditional capitalist/patriarch. She the entitled but modern woman suffragist.

    

    Fitz's friend from school, a proper upper class English school, Walter von Ulrich is a German nobleman, albeit the modern son of a traditionalist father.

    

    Fitz's wife Bea is a Russian princess, by blood and attitude. And the two Peshkov brothers were orphaned by Bea's brutal father.

    

    And Fitz's friend Gus Dewar is a wealthy, well-educated, son of a U.S. Senator. Dewar is a close aide to U.S. President Woodrow Wilson, an American-style upper class, white Southerner. Dewar is the modern American amid a traditionalist family and society.

    

Follett not only writes easily recognizable characters, he also writes vivid scenes of the times and places. His Lady Maud Fitzherbert gives us the venue of the war-ending Treaty of Versailles.

In The Hall of Mirrors in the Palace of Versailles:

    "This was one of the most grandiose rooms in the world. It was the size of three
    tennis courts in a line. Along one side, seventeen long windows overlooked the
    garden; on the opposite wall, the windows were reflected by seventeen mirrored
    arches. More important, this was the room where in 1871, at the end of the
    Franco-Prussian War, the victorious Germans had crowned their first emperor
    and forced the French to sign away Alsace and Lorraine. Now the Germans
    were to be humiliated under the same barrel-vaulted ceiling. And no doubt some
    among them would be dreaming of the time in the future when they in turn
    would take their revenge. The degradation to which you subject others comes
    back, sooner or later, to haunt you," Maud thought. "Would that reflection occur
    to men on either side at today's ceremony? Probably not."

The Fall of Giants continues a few months after The Treaty of Versailles is signed.

    A few months after the peace treaty is signed? In June of 1919 communications were not so difficult as to delay the end of the war. No. Follett gives us the reason. The Russian Revolution. The Allies, especially the European Allies, felt threatened by the Bolsheviks. The English Government secretly, without telling Parliament, sent troops to Russia to aid the White Russians (the Royalists) against the Bolsheviks who were being celebrated in England by working-class Brits. 

   

     Follett's characters Billy Willams and his fellow soldiers from Aberowen, Wales, without being told where they were being sent, found themselves delivered by ship to Vladivostok, the major Pacific port in Russia, to fight in the Russian civil war. They were there even after World War I itself was over. 

    Billy observed, "People took little notice of the Aberowen Pals marching through the town. There were already thousands of soldiers in uniform there. Most were Japanese but there were also Americans and Czechs and others." 

    (Since reading this, I have not been able to find information about whether or not the United States Congress approved sending U.S. troops to fight in the Russian Civil War.) 

    This was especially interesting to me. My maternal grandmother's brother and my paternal grandfather's brother-in-law told stories about fighting in Siberia during World
War I. I could never understand why. Now, thanks to Fall of Giants, I do.

    

    Something else I learned (and I did fact check it) from Follett's Fall of Giants through his character Lady Maud Fitzherbert: 

"The Mail [a London newspaper owned by Lord  Northcliffe] had conducted a hate campaign against the thirty thousand Germans who had been living in Britain at the outbreak of war—most of them longterm residents who thought of [England] as their home. In consequence families had been broken up and thousands of harmless people had spent years in British concentration camps."

    

"[Northcliffe’s] talent was to express his readers’ most stupid and ignorant prejudices as if they made sense, so that the shameful seemed respectable. That was why they bought the paper," she observed."

It seems The United States did not fall far from its British parent tree.

    Follett ends Fall of Giants perfectly. The Earl Fitzherbert meets Ethel, a woman, his former housekeeper from Aberowen, the daughter of a labor union officer at his mine, now a Member of the House of Commons, and her son on the stairs at Parliament.

    

    "Fitz’s expression was thunderous. Reluctantly he stood aside, with his son [and heir, the Viscount Aberowen] and they waited, backs to the wall, as Ethel and Lloyd walked past them and on up the stairs.”

    

    

Oath and Honor by Liz Cheney -- a book review

    This is a very hard review to write. Not because the book is not well-written. It is. It is very well-written. The language is direct and clear. The content is presented in a coherent, easy to follow way. Despite the great quantity of information presented, it is actually a pretty quick read. 

    And not because I think the book is unimportant. It is. In fact, it is so important for people in this country to read and read right now that I do not want to do anything that might cause  anyone NOT to read it.

    Today, as I write this, it is the 6th day of the year 2024. An election year. A year that very well may determine if my country, if this democracy, if this "government of the people, by the people, for the people," as Abraham Lincoln prayed "shall not perish from the earth."

    Let me say, right here. There are few policies that Cheney and I agree on. 

    Wikipedia quotes Lawrence R. Jacobs as saying "Cheney is an arch-conservative. She's a hard-edged, small government, lower taxes figure and a leading voice on national defense." And Jake Bernstein, "Liz Cheney is a true conservative in every sense of the word and she's only a moderate in relation to the radicalism that has seized the Republican party."

    Both Cheney and her husband, Philip Richard Perry, are attorneys with extensive experience in the government, which stood them in good stead for their work with the The United States House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol. They have five children, ages 17 down to 7. Which I think I can safely infer has given them some insight on time management. (Also there is one thing I can say that she and I have in common, we each have a daughter named Grace.)

     By accepting the position of Vice Chair of the United States House Select Committee on the January 6 Attack, Cheney put her life, the lives of her family, and of her staff in jeopardy.

     Cheney begins her book with the opening paragraph: "This is the story of the moment when American democracy began to unravel. It is the story of the men and women who fought to save it, and of the enablers and collaborators whose actions ensured the threat would grow and metastasize. It is the story of the most dangerous man ever to inhabit the Oval Office and of the many steps he took to subvert our Constitution."

    The first part of the book is about the January 6, 2021, attack on the Capitol while Congress was meeting in joint session in the House Chamber to officially count the Electoral votes as certified by the states. Cheney gives details about what she was seeing inside the Capitol while it was happening. Of course she couldn't know what was going on outside, but they all knew they were in serious danger.

This was the view of the United States Capitol 

                    on January 6th, 2021.

And this.

                                                                                    And this.                                         

    I watched this in real time on television. On our PBS channel. Keeping in mind that I am a regular watcher of PBS's News Hour and feel like I know personally, which, of course I do not, the news people who were on the ground at the Capitol that day. It was terrifying. The crowd was so angry and violent, I truly feared for all the reporters there.

     I also watched the January 6th Congressional Hearings on TV. They presented information through video and testimony that I had not previously seen and heard. On the part of the panel, it was presented dispassionately, not as personal experience.

    But this book gives us, from Cheney's point of view, what Senators and Representatives and their staffs were experiencing without the emotional distance of the hearings.

    And after the Capitol was cleared of the mob, she describes walking through Statuary Hall,
     "the original chamber of the House of Representatives ... a room full of the
     history of our republic. Brass plaques on the floor mark the locations of the
     desks of presidents who served in the House, including Abraham Lincoln and
     John Quincy Adams. Statues of prominent Americans line the outer walls
     of the room. ...law enforcement officers in tactical gear were seated on the floor,
     leaning up against every statue and all around the walls of the room, exhausted
     from the battle they had fought to defend the Capitol. I walked around the room
     thanking them for what they had done.

     "One said to me, "Ma'am, I fought in Iraq and I have never encountered the
     violence I did out there today."

     Describing the actual assault is the hardest part of the book to read -- not because the words are big or fancy but because it hurts to realize this was perpetrated by Americans. 

     It was not the first time I experienced the danger to our democracy that can come from within.

     President John F. Kennedy was murdered on November 22, 1963, my 16th birthday.The assassin was an American. 

     The Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City was bombed on April 19, 1995, killing 168 people, including employees of my credit union where I had gone with
my 5-year-old daughter the week before to take care of some business. We could
easily have been there when Americans bombed it.

     Most of the rest of the book is about the Congressional investigation and hearings. It has the benefit of Cheney's law background and her determination to Honor and Defend the Constitution of the United States of America.

     She does name names. 

     Cheney ends her book with this warning:
     "In the era of Trump, certain members of Congress and other Trump enablers
      -- many of whom carry the Constitution in their pocket but seem
     to have never read it -- have attempted to hijack this phrase [we the
     people] to claim it gives them authority to subvert the rule of law or
     overturn the results of elections. They have preyed on the patriotism
     of millions of Americans. They are working to return to office the man
     responsible for January 6."

     Cheney exhorts us all:

     "We the people must stop them. We are the only thing that
     can stop them. This is more important than partisan politics. Every
     one of us -- Republicans, Democrates, Independents -- must work
     to ensure that Donald Trump and those who have appeased, enabled,
     and collaborated with him are defeated.

     "This is the cause of our times."

 

Killers of the Flower Moon -- A Movie Review

 

 

     So do these two pictures look like they're of the same guy to you? I mean, I know the hairstyles are different and one has a mustache and the other doesn't. But really?! 

     Truth be told, the first photo is of Leonardo diCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon, and the other is of Matt Damon in Oppenheimer. So, okay, I don't go to the movies often, and I don't follow Hollywood news about which actor is feuding or sleeping with whom or who is now, will be, or once was married to whom. So I got confused. I actually watched all of Killers of the Flower Moon thinking I was seeing Matt Damon as the male lead and thinking he was doing such a good job. Actually I thought he did a good job in Oppenheimer, too. Which he did, but it was diCaprio who did a good job in Killers of the Flower Moon.

    

     This fall I was so excited about Oppenheimer and Killers of the Flower Moon that I could hardly wait for them to come out. 

     Both films are about real people and real events. Oppenheimer, of course, hit the theaters first and I hated it. I'm not a fan of comic-book-superhero-movies. I don't go to see them. I had no idea who Christopher Nolan is, but now I certainly do. Had I known back then, I probably would have understood the 4th of July fireworks and sex and flashback sex not to mention, the chaotic visuals and noise that were suposed to be going on in the scientist's mind. It was a fantasy/adventure story for juvenile males instead of a serious film about one of the two most life-on-Earth-altering developments of World War II.

     I had been waiting for Killers of the Flower Moon since the book came out in 2017. (Read my book review of it here.) But after seeing Oppenheimer, I decided not to see Killers of the Flower Moon in the theater. I would wait until it went to streaming, then if Hollywood screwed it up to the point that I needed to rant and rave and throw things, I could. Without legal ramifications.

     Last week a family member sent me a link to a Rolling Stone (October 18, 2023) article about a 2019 meeting between Scorcese with members of his production team and leaders of the Osage Nation held in Pawhuska, Oklahoma. Then I checked to see who the screen writers were. Eric Roth, Martin Scorsese, and David Grann. Yes, David Grann who wrote the book in the first place. And an excellent book it is.

    So when the movie opened Friday, I went to my local theater -- ALONE. Just in case I needed to leave before it was over. 

     It was the 4:25 showing and the theater was fuller than I expected. Mostly older people. They were a noisy group before the film started and I dreaded being in the theater with a bunch of people in party mode for what I considered (and hoped) would be a serious film about a time in our country's history when corrupt people in high places spread terror and death among the Osage people in my native state of Oklahoma. By the end of the movie, the theater was quiet.

     

     Rather than taking on the whole Osage Nation's story of terror and death at the hands of certain rich and powerful white men as Grann's book does, and its focus on the FBI's investigation, Scorsese focused on one family -- Mollie and Ernest Burkhart, her three sisters Anna, Minnie, and Rita, and their mother Lizzie Q. They were full-blood Osage with headrights. The Osage were already rich from leasing their grazing lands, then oil was discovered. The Osage, as a nation, became the wealthiest people in the world.

      Some background to explain Osage headrights, from Osage Nation Lands and Minerals Fact Sheet:  "Because the Osage had purchased their own reservation land, they were exempt from the individual allotments under the Dawes Act. Under the wise leadership of Chief James Bigheart, the Osage insisted on the following unique provisions in their Osage Allotment Act of 1906:

(1) Instead of allotting just 160 acres to each person and selling the rest, as other tribes had been forced to do, the Osage allotted all their reservation land to their people. This gave 657 acres each to the 2,229 registered Osage (Grann 52). 

(2) Reserved Communal Mineral rights:

(a) They “reserved” - held back from allotment - their mineral rights: the right to mine or produce oil and gas, rocks, and minerals from under the ground was not allotted, and so was

never lost.

(b) They retained communal ownership of these reserved mineral rights, so all subsurface

minerals belonged to the entire tribe instead of individuals. Instead of leaving to chance who

might get rich later from oil and gas being found on their particular allotment, all tribespeople share equally in any mineral wealth (Wilson 62).

Each received a “headright” - right to a share of the whole mineral interest (oil) income - which could be passed on from generation to generation."

     The Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA) continues to be responsible for collection and dispersal of the income from Osage lands. From 1906 to 1978 the BIA allowed non-Osage to inherit headrights and to receive the income that goes along with them. 

     Add to that: "On March 3, 1921, Congress passed a law requiring the Osage to pass a measure of competency proving they could manage their funds responsibly. If they couldn’t, they would be appointed a guardian until a legal age. This immediately opened the door for con artists, unscrupulous businessmen, and corrupt lawyers and bankers to siphon off funds from annual royalties. Several Osage people were swindled out of their individual headrights without knowing the full value of their contracts. Many Whites even married their way into rich Osage families to exert their legal rights as spouses and obtain guardianship that way.
     ".... As with any appointed guardianship, if the ward died before the legal age of competency, the guardian could petition to inherit their estate." [From the National Archives]

     And that, friends and neighbors, was the impetus for the Reign of Terror against the Osage Nation which was the basis for Grann's book and Scorsese's film Killers of the Flower Moon.

     These are the real people on whom Scorsese focused his film:

 

           The sisters Rita, Anna, Mollie, and Minnie               Their mother, Lizzie Q

      Ernest Burkhart              William King Hale             FBI Agent Tom White

Rita and her husband Bill Smith's home after it was blown up.

     The movie starts off with a scene of the rolling grasslands of Osage County. It is still, to this day, beautiful country, where you can see as far as you can look. 

     The film treats Mollie and her family like people, not stereotypes. Lily Gladstone as Mollie and Tanttoo Cardinal are excellent. Leonardo diCaprio portrays Ernest Burkhart with a depth of emotion appropriate to a man who knows the difference between right and wrong. And Robert DeNiro plays William King Hale from Hunt County, Texas, without ever betraying his own personal history as a New Yorker and an ethical man.

Some of the dialog is actually in Osage. Keeping in mind these events happened in the  Roaring 20's when every Osage County town was a boomtown, so the costumes, forms of transportation, and rowdiness are representative of the times.

(Just a couple of side notes: oil doesn't come spouting out of the ground. It may pool or puddle. And if a well is being drilled it may be a blow-out. But a spindly little geyser? No. I guess Hollywood just had to have its kitsch. Just pretend you don't see that. Same with the weird inclusion of a radio play with Scorsese's cameo at the end. A radio play? Well, actually, yes. Grann explains in his book -- the radio play not Scorsese, he's not THAT old -- actually happened. "In 1932, the FBI began working with radio program “The Lucky Strike Hour” to dramatize its cases. One of the first episodes was based on the Osage Nation murders.")

It's a good movie. I definitely recommend it with the caveat that it is a serious movie about real people and real events. A terrible time on our history that we must not allow to happen again.

 

  

                                    

  

     

The Wheels of Justice

 

Artist's rendering of a Protective Order hearing

before Judge Chutkan in Trump’s D.C. case, 

from CNN

     Jay Kuo, in his Status Kuo Substack, reminds me to patience. He explains the steps in the process toward justice. Steps toward justice, the wheels of which I’ve heard many times in my long life, turn slowly. 

     Too many times this process seems not only slow, but like a maze. A maze whose every turn I fear will be a dead end.

     Kuo’s step by step explanations remind me that we are a nation of laws. Laws that our Constitution requires protect all of us, including a criminal defendant. 

     I know that’s not how it always works. I’m old, not devoid of common sense. And I’m certainly not immune to the fear that the rich and powerful among us can and, too often do, get away with all kinds of stuff and the ex-President might, too. 

     I know, I know. In Trump’s case, rich may be much less rich than we’ve been led to believe and powerful may be more about those with actual money and power who support him.

     Kuo reminds me that the slow legal process leading to justice must be meticulous and methodical. He reminds me that the steps being taken in this particular case are and must be “by the book.”

     Because these trials involve an ex-President, they can be seen to be without precedent. Which doesn’t seem right to me, just because an ex-President is the defendant. He should somehow be better than an “ordinary” person? Nonetheless, it is on the bases of precedents, that the judicial system moves. And, it appears that the courts are going to have to rule that the extant precedents do apply to the Trump cases. Those slow wheels. Those slow wheels.

     In that same long life, I’ve lived, I seem not to have learned the lesson of patience. So, Jay, keep reminding me and maybe I’ll live long enough to see justice served. 

             If you would like to read Kuo’s article, go to
         https://statuskuo.substack.com/p/taming-the-online-terrorist

        If you would like to read Kuo’s article, go to https://statuskuo.substack.com/p/taming-the-online-terrorist

 

Plastic? PLASTIC!

 

        From Jokes and Pokes on FB

Plastic! Our polyester clothes, water jugs and jugs of kitty litter. Drinking straws and stir sticks at our favorite coffee shop. Even 'paper' cups are, more often than not, plastic coated. Parchment paper and butcher paper? Yep, plastic coated. Hey, though, Cut-Rite wax paper is NOT. Plastic coated, that is.

In Colorado we pay 10 cents for what they call single-use plastic bags to carry whatever we buy home in. (I know. I ended that sentence with a preposition.) But I do reuse those bags when I clean the kitty box. (I’ve been saving them since before Daddy died, because he knew they’d eventually be outlawed or restricted somehow, so I have a lifetime supply in that little skinny closet at the end of the counter in the kitchen. And what’ll I do after that runs out, well it’ll be cheaper to buy a box of single-use trash-can liners than to pay 10 cents apiece at a store for one.)

I actually like people bringing their own bags. It’s more interesting while you stand in the check-out line, because you can check out other people’s bags. Some of them are pretty or odd, great big or little bitty. Of my bags, my personal favorites are the one from Lucile’s Creole Café in Littleton, CO. It was for carry-out food during the old CoVid days, so it’s a nice big size. Yes, the food was in plastic or aluminum trays with plastic lids. And the smaller bag from Pops convenience store/gas station/diner/motorcycle rider destination in Arcadia, OK. It had a couple of souvenir t-shirts in it. They launder nicely so it’s safe to say, they’re polyester/cotton blend.

I’m getting better about remembering to put my bags back in the car after the stuff is put away. And when I forget them in the car and have to walk back to get them. Well, that’s just extra steps and that’s good for me, right?!

I’m not sure what the solution will be to reduce our dependency on plastics, but I have every faith that someone will solve the problem and someone else will find a cure for at least some of the cancers, and several someone elses will broker lasting peace in the Middle East and in Ukraine and in the U.S. Congress.

photo from Discover Magazine