Two Questions about Grabel's Law

One Answer About Grabel's Law

The daily mull generally deals in questions which do not have final, simple, definitive answers.

This time is almost an exception.

Some time ago, I posted a little essay on Grabel's Law (you can find it here) :

Two is not equal to three, even for very large values of two.

The law, as most of you who find your way to this post will already know, is fairly famous on the internet and even on T-shirts and mugs.

Patriot Notes

Minimum Wage, the Gold Standard, and Willow Whistles

My adult son recently gifted me with a pocket knife.

I hadn't carried one since I was a boy, and it took me back to my first knife, and the very first thing I learned to carve: a simple whistle.

You start with a small branch, cut off a section, notch it, slide off part of the bark, carve out a hollow and a flat spot for your breath to go through, replace the bark, and if all goes well it makes a very pleasing sound.

Of course, you have to know what you are doing, and you have to actually do it.


No Digging for Worms          large_P1080354_1.JPG

Earthworms have their own business, and it is holy.
They are lacing through debris, making it clean.
If you see them when you are turning the earth to plant a bulb
or root out a weed, let them return to their dark home.

They bristle their way through their loamy world
 with tiny hairs all along their body, bringing air to the soil.


Bits of holiday paper and glitter linger long after the holidays have packed themselves up (oh if only they really did that) and put themselves away in tidy boxes, hidden out of sight until we go looking for them again at the end of this new year. Christmas Chest The ornaments that we hung on trees, by chimneys, or around windows have left an imprint, even though they are not actually there.  That imprint is, of course, on our mind’s eye – that eye that sees so much more.  The mind

TIME ENOUGH -- A Short Story

The headaches began when the dreams began. time%20cropped.JPG

In the dreams, people would talk without pauses or inflection.  Sentences had no beginning, no end.  There were no commas, semi-colons, or colons.  No dashes – no question marks – no periods.  There were also no compound words – no “can’ts”, no “wont’s”, no possessives.

Who to Vote for on Tuesday


I haven't been posting for the last few months because I've been up to my ears in another very complex project. (More about that in the future.)

I probably won't be posting much for a few months more.

But it occurred to me that silence can be misconstrued, and I wouldn't want anyone to think that I didn't care who won this election.

Here are the issues.

A Layered Life

Figuring out how life works is hard.  It takes most of us all of our lives to make sense of it.  But there are some who are luckier than others.  There are some who are fortunate to start with a foundation of enough love, enough trust, enough of the basics that make life comfortable.  And that makes all the difference.


Connections.      medium_002_3.JPG

I have been thinking lately about how we make them, how we lose them, and what they mean to us.  Do we intentionally stop trying to make them -- or do they just wither away without much intentionality at all?  What did they mean to us when we had them?  How were they crafted, forged, proved, tested, and trusted?  And how do we do that today?

INTO THE CANYON: A Chapter Book for Grown Ups

INTO THE CANYON: A Chapter Book for Grown Ups - Chapter 6

'What lies beneath may be more treacherous than the surface chooses to disclose...'

from student notes, archaeological dig, California coastline circa 1921. 


Cliff's list of requirements to earn a scholarship was succinct, and somewhat surprising.  High school gpa of only 3.5, an essay not longer than three pages, and a statement to substantiate financial need.


'Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose — a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.'

Mary W. Shelley, English Novelist (1797-1851)


Looking Back

Why do we look back?  Why do we sort photos, read old correspondence, look at artifacts and articles that speak only to the past? 

I recently spent a week going through photos that came to me from my dad.  They started before the 1900's (yes, they did) and continued until about 1945.  In his later years, he was in the process of reviewing them and making some kind of declaration of who was who, and where they were, and when.

001%20dad.JPG  Albert, circa 1927

INTO THE CANYON: A Chapter Book for Grown Ups

INTO THE CANYON: A Chapter Book for Grown Ups - Chapter 5

“Did you know you’ve got ants all over your kitchen?” Char was back, and had seated herself gingerly on the edge of the bathroom counter. “Do you have any bug spray?”

“Under the sink.”  Good, maybe she’d leave Kate alone if she could go kill something.


Fathers' Day

Father's Day is coming up.  Sunday, in fact.  Well, it always is on Sunday. 

Maybe that's why I'm thinking about my dad, and his dad, and all dads.  I don't know if I would choose Sunday for Fathers' Day, if it were up to me. 

What's the Matter with Unions and Our Political Process?

What’s the Matter with our Unions and our Politics? [revised]

Why is there so much bad press about Unions?  What or Who do these bad-press people think Unions are?  And why does this bad press just keep spinning until there is no way to separate reality from fantasy or some other agenda that really isn’t about the business of unions at all?


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