The Avalanche
I’m sitting in the student union at the University of Miami with some friends. They’retalking about messy dorm rooms. One of the guys nominates me as having the […]
What “FSU” means in Hebrew
This is a partial repeat of a previous post adding a humorous additional memory to it. While sitting in the student union that day (See the story “The Avalanche” in the post “What Me, Focus?”) there […]
An omission in the new food pyramid
The Night My Basset Hound Almost Burned Me To Death On an Archaeological Dig
There is another funny story about Triste the Bassett Hound during this trip. The mosquitoes were pretty bad. This section of North Florida is very hilly, with very non-porous red clay. So it seemed that every bottomland was a Cypress slough filled with water. I won’t call them swamps. You might. They bred mosquitoes. To […]
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Philip’s Luddite Museum
In descending order: EEPROM 8″ floppy disk 5 1/2″ floppy disk 3 1/4″ floppy disk Compact Disk Hard Drive platter
The Soup Nazi
I have been doing business in New York City since 1994. As many of you may know by now, I have had clients in New York City since then, when I was asked to come there to help a person who had come into some money due to an unfortunate circumstance. The $250,000 she had […]
“I am a Caffeine Based Life Form and I honor my Ancestors!”
I spent the summer of 1964 studying organic chemistry at the Rochester Institute of Technology. This was on a National Science Foundation Grant for bright high school students. I do not remember how I got it. I guess one of my high school teachers put me up for it. We somehow had time on our […]
No War Toys
I met Carol and Jack when I left home after the altercation with my Mother (that story is told in the Unpublished Post referred to in the opening act. If this ever sees the light of day as an autobiography it will appear there. Chilling!). I lived with them for almost a year until I […]
Boy Scout Camp
Camp Sebring was the place you wanted to go to in South Florida as a Boy Scout when I was a kid. It is closed now. We all piled into a rail car at the tail end of a Florida East Coast Railroad train for the trip there. I do not remember how many summers […]