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My definition of boredom.

When trying to define boredom, I always go back to my first semester in college, in chemistry class.

Having taken chemistry in high school, in Mexico, I was bored out of my gourd listening to the instructor drill on and on and on, on stuff I already knew.

So I turned it into a sport. I was using a fountain pen to write my notes, and I had two colors of cartridges; red and blue. So I wrote my notes, switching back and forth between the two ink colors watching the ink change from red to purple to blue and then back to purple and red.

But this wasn't enough. No.

I decided to write my notes in Spanish while the lecture droned on in English. Then, for extra points, to transliterate the Spanish notes into the Greek alphabet, and write them from right to left.

All this, while the lecture was going on, in real time.

That's my favorite definition of boredom.

What's yours?

Undocumented Dream | Rossy Evelin Lima | TEDxMcAllen

Hillary owes the M$M a hug

They're whining about no press conferences again.

They're starved for attention and suffering from Trump Overdose.

My first encounter with a Real Girl scientist

Originally posted God knows when....

This was back in Houston, in one of the suburbs around the Johnson Space Center.

On a hot summer day, my boys were playing in the back yard with a bunch of neighborhood friends. I was in charge of keeping an eye on them, but I was distracted inside. Can't remember what I was doing. Suddenly several of the kids burst in through the back door, screaming that there's a snake in the yard. This is Houston, we're surrounded by rice paddies, so my first thought is copperhead or cotton mouth. Both deadly vipers. I run to the garage, grab a machete and race to the backyard. I can see rustling in the raised flower beds. It's a big one, but I can't tell what it is; the ferns are three feet tall and thick. I track it to the corner. There's about a dozen kids in the yard and I feel I have no choice but to whack first, ask questions later. So I do.

One, two, three slashes, and I finally nail the snake. Head severed a few inches back from the neck. I pull the body out and, lo and behold, it is a garter snake. Absolutely harmless. I feel like shit.

I wanted to make the best of a bad situation, so I decided this was a good moment for an anatomy lesson. I grab some X-acto knives and head back to the back yard. I cut the snake lengthwise along the belly, exposing stomach, the one lung and a still beating heart. The kids recoil in horror. All save one; a little girl, about four years old. She is fascinated. She is squatting in front of the snake, mesmerized. She asks me to open the stomach to see what's inside. The rest of the kids including my sons have already moved to the other side of the yard. They want no part of this. I open the stomach and there's a couple of small mice, and a frog. She looks at them intently and asks me to turn them over to see them from all sides...

THAT!, my friend, is what a scientists looks like. Male, female, or otherwise, that's the hallmark; that insatiable curiosity.

That little girl is a surgeon now.

She may be the very same person who holds your life in her hands the next time you go to the hospital.

Pray that she is, for then you will be in the best hands. You will be in the hands of a real scientist.


I had my own ornithological moment yesterday...


María Grever - Mexican composer

Grever wrote more than 800 songs — the majority of them boleros — and her popularity reached audiences in Latin America, Europe, and the United States. She was said to have possessed perfect pitch and wrote most of her songs in one key. Her first piece of music, a Christmas carol, was composed when she was four years old. She wrote her first song when she was 18 years old, "A Una Ola" (To a Wave), and it sold three million copies.


In 1959 Dinah Washington recorded "What A Difference A Day Makes" (originally "Cuando vuelva a tu lado", which became her signature song. Grever won a Grammy Award with it, and in 1998 the recording was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.

Grever died in 1951 in New York.

At her own request, her funerary remains were transported to Mexico City.

Vals Dios Nunca Muere - Cuarteto Sonus

Olimpica- Orquesta Internacional (Nat Shilkret) 1925 Ricardo Ordorica

Vet Raises Money To Help Donald Trump Earn His Own Purple Heart

“Chip in to fly him to the conflict zone of his choosing,” says Cameron Kerr, who got his medal after losing a leg.

WASHINGTON ― Donald Trump was thrilled last week when a veteran at a Virginia rally gave him his Purple Heart. “I’ve always wanted to get a Purple Heart,” he said, dangling the medal typically awarded to soldiers wounded or killed while serving in battle. “This was much easier.”

That response didn’t sit right with Cameron Kerr, a Purple Heart recipient based in Virginia. As an Army veteran who lost his leg on the battleground in Afghanistan, Kerr was stunned to see Trump treating the prestigious award like a flashy new toy. He figured if Trump has really always wanted a Purple Heart, he should have to earn it “the old-fashioned way”: by going into a war zone.

So he’s raising money to help give Trump that chance.

“As with seemingly everything else in his life, Mr. Trump got [a Purple Heart] handed to him instead of earning it,” Kerr states on a GoFundMe page he launched Tuesday with the headline “Help Trump Get A Purple Heart.”

“I fully endorse his desire to earn one and would happily oblige his interest in doing so, by being one of the first to chip in to fly him to the conflict zone of his choosing,” Kerr wrote. “After all, you’re never too old to follow your dreams.”


Yesterday, Aug 1, was the 50th Anniversary of the UT Massacre

Charles Joseph Whitman (June 24, 1941 – August 1, 1966) was an American engineering student at the University of Texas and mass murderer who shot 49 people, killing 16.

In the early morning hours of August 1, 1966, Whitman murdered his wife and his mother in their homes. Later that day, he brought a number of guns, including rifles, a shotgun, and handguns, to the campus of the University of Texas at Austin where, over an approximate 90- to 95-minute period, he killed 14 people and wounded 32 others in a mass shooting in and around the Tower. Whitman shot and killed three people inside the university's tower and eleven others after firing at random from the 28th-floor observation deck of the Main Building. Whitman was eventually shot and killed by Austin police officer Houston McCoy.


On that day, Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton (R) sought to dismiss what he called a "frivolous" preliminary injunction requested by three faculty members at the University of Texas who want the ability to make their classrooms gun-free zones now that concealed carry is allowed at public universities.

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