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Tidbits for a Sunday on the Road

The Tappan Zee Bridge

This:

“I divide every disagreement into two classes,” Bob Taylor was telling me. “Class One is when two people disagree and neither can explain to the other person’s satisfaction that other person’s point of view. A Class Two disagreement is when each can explain to the other’s satisfaction the other’s point of view.”

He paused. “Class One is destructive. Most wars and pain and suffering in the world are based on Class One disagreements. Class Two disagreements enable people to work together even when they disagree.”

The key to his management style, he said, was to avoid Class One disagreements, and when he encountered them, to turn them into Class Two.” – How Bob Taylor assembled the team that invented personal computing: an appreciation, by Michael Hiltzik in the LA Times

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All the Other Tidbits:

‘Muskrat’, ‘Helpmate’, and 6 More Folk Etymologies: Because language isn’t logical

Next to a great bowl of Finnish Fish Soup, Rhode Island Clam Chowder is now my very favorite soup. Ok, a great miso should be on the list duking it out for number one, too.

Where did your dog come from? New tree of breeds may hold the answer via metafilter and a link to the chart, click to make bigger. Study full-text.

Europe’s Famed Bog Bodies Are Starting to Reveal Their Secrets
Starry Success: Protecting the Night Sky Above La Palma

How to Remove Light Pollution from Your Astro Images

“By not having any one idea jump too far from reality, Walkaway demonstrates how close we are, right now, to enormous promise and imminent peril. It can make the book read more like a manifesto than a novel in parts, but good sci-fi is always a bit uncomfortable, and it’s easier to swallow when packaged as this small-idea, understated approach. Utopia and dystopia are not mutually exclusive, as anyone sitting in 2017 watching for signs of nuclear war on their pocket supercomputer can relate to. The good news is that small ideas are easier to implement than big ones, so maybe, with their help, we can turn down the dystopia slider. Perhaps this is how utopia starts: not with a bang, but with a whimper.” – Cory Doctorow’s Walkaway and the Power of Small Ideas, by P.T. Phronk in Tor.com

Dog Years: Scruffy at nearly 5 months and at nearly 12 years

March 2004 - Scruffy the Wittlest Cowboy in the West Sept 2015 - Scruffy at Bolsa Chica

Tues 10.20.15 – Photographer Amanda Jones has a project called Dog Years, wherein she takes photos of dogs when they are young and then again of the same dog when they are old. It is a lovely and moving set of photos.

While not studio photos, here are two photos of Scruffy McDoglet, one as a puppy in March 2004 and the other one taken as an older dog this past month.

The first photo of Scruffy taken on March 29, 2004, when he was 4 1/2 months old, he was truly tiny – a third the size he is now in weight and length. He was also full of puppy energy. His puppy energy lasted well into his fifth or sixth year of life.

The second photo of Scruffy was taken last month while walking at Bolsa Chica State Beach, in this photo Scruffy is 11 years and 10 months old. He has started to slow down the last two years both in terms of energy and his health. While Scruffy still takes two walks a day, they are shorter than they used to be and he is sleeping quite a bit more. In terms of his health, over a year ago, he was diagnosed with Cushings disease and that has been a whack-a-mole misadventure.

I still love Mr. Scruffy McDoglet something fierce.

Naptime

Scruffy, napping Belle, resisting a nap

Photos of Scruffy and Belle taken this afternoon by Ms. Jen with a Nikon D70.