As someone with a history with Filipino people, it’s interesting that they are so prevalent here, some 5000 miles from their homeland.
Travel Diary Alaska// People and Places
Tag: Food
“As you read this!”
Imagine, if you will, if we substituted other representative phrases . . . it could get ugly.
Documentarian in the making!
It’s going to be quite epic!
Inaugural Edition of “The Scientist at Home” is live!
I have created a Second-Rate Scientist YouTube channel, and the way I see it, there are two possible reasons why.
Welcome to the Table
You have a place at the table.
Bringing Down the House
Two words: Cookie House.
Know what you really need
The sign out front of the McDonald's near our house says that they are "now hiring closers." Ludicrous. Everyone knows they need to focus on finding a decent shortstop and a couple of solid disciplined hitters with fast bat speed and patient understanding of pitch selection. #BaseballHumor
I DID read the labels!
Why, then, is cholesterol content even on the label?
Anti-Bluetooth Body
Sometimes, while listening to music or an audio book via Bluetooth headphones, I'll walk away from my phone, often traveling several rooms away, or even outside, and the music or book will continue to play just as clear as if I were sitting next to it, the signal obviously carrying that distance just fine. However, … Continue reading Anti-Bluetooth Body
The Second-Rate Scientist Report for August 16, 2019
A (surprisingly food-heavy) roundup of second-rate thoughts from a first-rate week.
That’s Not How I Ro . . .Nah, Too Obvious
The burritos at the gas station proudly claim to be “Hand-Rolled.” Yeah, that’s not really upping the appeal for me.
That’s (Evidently) Amore!
I don’t know what the rest of you did for Valentine’s Day, but my lovely lady and I spent an intimate evening . . .
Health Nut Chronicles – 7
I stood outside, bewildered and sad.
Gas Pump Rage, Redux
Is there a gas pump left in America where we can just pay at the pump and be about our business? They are still at it:
Milk-Emotion Protocol
I understand that you're not supposed to cry over spilled milk. But what about when you trudge out to the store in the early morning subzero wind chills to buy milk, and then trudge back home with milk, and then five minutes after you bring milk into the homestead . . .
