I must admit to being intrigued by the geographic red blue divide. It is a stark demonstration of our differences. Yet I have played on both sides of what seems to be an impenetrable barrier. Still on multiple occasions, from different sources, it has been stated that the divide is genetic.

My first thought was, how can where you live determine your genetic composition. Then I remembered that they have genetic testing that is an acceptable way determine where you actually came from. Yet people do move around. So it really is possible that people move to where they are genetically comfortable.

For fun let’s call our two groups the farmers and the traders. Maybe there is a genetic difference. The farmers raise products and the traders distribute products. Sounds simple and equitable. The traders developed architecture to display and store the products. They also developed units of measure to assign value. There is a reason Lady Justice has scales. The ability to use scales is a sign of superior intellect.

Yet the farmer will spend all day giving life. It is rare that products would be simply plucked from a tree. Most farmers preside completely over life cycle from birth to product. They would not succeed if they could not establish a sustanable nurturing environment. Such ability is respected and has value.

So where did we go wrong? The farmers and the traders can not survive without each other. There needs to be a mutual respect for the system to work.

Cities fail, there are numerous failed cities throughout history. I would guess the reasons are many. Yet the reason would be that the system of trade failed. I am not a historian, yet that is my guess.

Slavery subverts respect. Throughout history many cities were built with slavery. The elimination of slavery was a Republican experiment. Wasn’t the elimination of slavery a founding principal of the Republican party. The Democrats, the trail of tears and racial segregation is what the party was founded on. Slavery was part of the system that made the party successful.

The media, the mouthpiece of the traders, makes heroes of criminals. The statues have come down. The revolution is over. Slavery is back, and normalized. The dreamers are now prisoners of a new lower cast. Why? Simple greed is the answer. When you have the power it is easy to demand for more for less.

To intellectually support slavery is to bestow oneself a undeniable privilege. With Lady Justice blindfolded it was tempting for some to to put their thumb on the scale, and smile. For them unearned gains are the sweetest.

Maybe I am oversimplifing things, but that is the the power of the union. The union within the union. Maybe I should have capitalized union, because it is a thing. A genetic thing.

All these years later and I am back at school, as a professor. I teach the arts of manufacturing. Manufacturing makes all that we are possible. Yet that is not why I am writing today.

It was the first day of classes, and there are maybe two people in this wonderful building. It is because of Covid. The first thing I do is check my computer to see if I have a Zoom that I supposed to be doing. I have a awesome shop with so many cool machines. Machines that I teach people to use. Yet because of Covid the room is empty, or not. So was surprised when I saw someone had come in and was wondering about, the turned to leave and I asked if I could help.

As is typical during the first day of classes, it was a lost student. He said he was looking for a math class and introduced himself as Moses. He mentioned that it seemed like the Zombie Apocalypse with nobody around. I agreed and we started talking about Zombie Apocalypses. It is very strange having nobody around.

I had to chuckle to myself. Here I am talking to Moses during the Zombie Apocalypse. I had never met a Moses before. Of course I knew the name. Supposedly the staff of Moses is in a museum down south someplace. A very storied and historical name.

Moses and I then tried to find out where his class was. I had a document that has the time and location of all the classes in the college. I easily found the class, yet the location was a bit of a mystery. The building was listed as WIN88. I had a map of the college and there was no building listed as WIN88.

I then checked the schools website. Frankly there was no explanation. During the Zombie Apocalypse WIN88 was definitely an unknown location. Moses and I pondered the unknown, every thing from the big bang to the Hadrian Collider. Moses was a physicist. He studied Newtonian physics. He explained that Newtonian physics is a hundred years old. Maybe Newtonian is out of date, we discussed the possibilities.

Moses was very polite and well spoken. He also had the coolest glasses. I may have been intrigued by his glasses as I had just purchased a new set of spectacals for myself. I had looked at some fancy two toned turtleshell frames, then went with a conservative frame that was identical to my current glasses. He had me wondering if I should have gone with a fancier set.

Moses sported a stunning gold rimmed spectacles with a triple side bar frame. Who says Moses can’t have style. He certainly had more style than I. Anyway Moses suggested that we call campus security, they would know where WIN88 was. So that is what we did. The surprise was campus security had no Idea where WIN88 was either. They then asked what the class was. Moses said it was a higher level math class. Campus security then said that it was probably in the Math building at 88 Winchester Street.

Later I mentioned to another person that I had a chat with Moses. They knew exactly whom I was talking about. They said Moses should have checked his email to see that classes were being Zoomed the first week. They said Moses had drove a considerable distance to get to the school.

The thought that I would start out the new semester with a chat with Moses was unexpected, yet appropriate. The thought that I should have told Moses that the classes were being Zoomed never crossed my mind. That was so obvious that I missed it. Yet I worked with Moses with his goal to help him find the location of his math class. That was the lesson for me.

When I was young I knew very little about Buddha. Once and a while I would see on TV a Buddhist monk would douse themselves with gasoline and set themselves on fire. Seemed a rather unpleasant thing to me. Sometimes in the paper there would be a man that would climb a mountain to ask a Buddhist monk a question. Typically the answer was indecipherable. Much latter a group of people calling themselves the Taliban blew up an ancient Buddhist statue. That seemed rather wrong. I did not think the old statue was hurting anyone.

Latter in life a friend, who was smarter than the rest, gave me a statue of Buddha. He was raised in Indonesia. He suggested that I was Buddhist. That surprised me. Latter I read that a man named Pike suggested that the first Mason was Buddha. Then people toppled the statue of Pike.

Because of my friend my wife thought Buddha was cool. We bought a bunch of Buddhas for the house. Buddha seemed so calm and serine. The reflection of a good state of mind. All was good.

Then I meet an actual Buddhist, to be honest I was a bit shocked. I had never met a Buddhist, yet she was not very Buddhist. She seemed more American than I. She was raised a Buddhist, as I was raised a Christian. It was obvious that religion did not play an important part in our lives. At least not overtly.

There is one picture of Buddha in the house that is interesting. I had trouble figuring out the color of Buddha’s robes. They seemed to change colors. It was just one of those little things, I barely noticed it. Yet it was somewhat mystifying. The other Buddha’s were calm and relaxed, yet this one was mystifying. Sadly I figured it out. Buddha was printed in a reflective silver. I was seeing the reflection of the color of my shirt.

I guess that is the best answer, Buddha is a reflection of ourselves. If I had always worn the same color, would have never noticed it.

It is the Masonic ritual that the compass and square dance upon the alter. The compass is defined as a rather mystical she partnering with the grand architect. I had gathered that the compass defined the articulate feminine form. As the compass was not represented as a male.

It is the articulate feminine form that gives birth. In this case the birth of buildings and other machinery. This made lots of sense to me. Men like machines. It is not unknown for women to be jealous of machines. For men, the machine can have the power of the opposite sex. It is a universal thing.

I considered it the power of the curve. It is all about the curve. The mysterious curve. The curve could be anything. A straight line, in geometry, is defined by the curve.

Recently I have had another thought, the mysterious she is actually education. To use a compass, successfully, is to be educated. That would go against the argument that the use of the compass is a gift from God. Yet it takes an education to build. Is she a God or an education? Or simply an earthly articulate feminine form. I am not yet ready to answer that question. I may never be able too.

This is what I care about. Manufacturing is an art, a philosophy, a religion. Manufacturing is a desire to make life better. Sure it becomes subverted at times, yet the goal of manufacturing is to make life better for all. Good health is the result of manufacturing, education is the result of manufacturing, buildings are created with manufacturing, most of our food is brought to the table with the assistance of manufacturing. We live longer because of manufacturing, what we entertain ourselves with is mostly manufactured, music comes from manufactured instruments, the way we communicate depends on manufacturing, we travel on planes trains and automobiles that have been manufactured. It could be argued that without manufacturing there would be no humanity. The dictionary defines manufacturing simply as making articles on a large scale. Yet most everything we use is manufactured. The things that are not directly manufactured were built using things that were manufactured.

Manufacturing is an art because it takes a certain creativity to build for many. The idea is to make things for many instead of just for oneself. Successful manufacturing is a very hard thing to do. It takes the cooperation of many people. Manufacturing is dependent on innovation and society. Successful manufacturing makes our lives better. That is why people manufacture things.

I have been playing the virtual reality game Beat Saber with an Oculus Quest. It is fun and I enjoy the game. I have to wonder how much of an impact such a thing will have on society. My first thought, before I bought the Quest was it is like the vintage wood stereoscope Grandfather kept in the closet. It was fun to use, technically fascinating, and a bit pricey.

If you believe the hype VR is supposed to be transformative. Facebook is all in. Maybe in other words it is a thing. So I have to give it a try, first thing I notice is the kids love it. They are fascinated. I also gave the kids some drones. The drones were one tenth the price of the Oculus. Whilst they were here the kids constantly flew the drones. The drones came with three batteries so there was not a lot of downtime for charging. The Quest required setup, and battery charging so it’s usage was less. Their was probably ten times the fascination with the Quest though. Things are relative.

So what did I think of the hit game Beat Saber? I have to laugh, it reminds me of work. There is a big conveyer where boxes come at you. Then you have to make decisions on what to do with the boxes, and then you have to move quickly to deal with the boxes. Finally you are graded on how you dealt with the boxes. I have spent decades doing this!

Then to keep it interesting, some of the boxes can kill you. Like machines without guarding you have to be wary. Even more interesting, they can come at you. Like at a jobsite, if you just stand in the same spot something will run you over and kill you.

There were some interesting tunes in the game. I tried them all. A couple of them I liked, a couple I didn’t. So if I were to stick with the tunes I like I could go through this fairly quickly. I could see getting bored with this rather easily. Just like a job. Yet part of the reason for this is for the cardio workout. Then I would have to treat the game like a job.

So I need the cardio, we will see if I love my job. Mostly I think VR is a bit of a fad. Fun to play with, and maybe a useful tool. I did enjoy the motion flight simulator with VR. VR does make sense for things like that. We will see where this goes.

I am going to try and step back from politics. I have grater priorities. There is bad stuff on both sides. I probably think one side is worse than the other, yet I really have no effect. Probably the person with the single greatest effect on American politics is George Soros and his nonprofit organization Open Society. Then the most influential nation politically is China. I have to imagine that they are at odds with each other. I can’t imagine their interests are the same.

I like the headline to this little thought bubble. It will not attract any roaming bot to signal me for re-education. Yet it conveys my perspective. I think the lesson is free speech is no longer free.

I now have other lessons to teach. Thank you very much.

The task was simple. Go buy a hand held mixer. My wife has a bigfancy mixer, yet it has become too heavy to move onto or off of the counter every time she wants to do do some mixing. Typically buying a kitchen appliance for Christmas is a bad thing, yet is what she wanted. I shall comply.

Forgoing the Amazon option I went to Home Goods. They typically have a good selection of quality products. I proceeded to the clearly marked hand mixer section. The shelves were mostly bare with a few toaster ovens preventing the shelves from being completely bare. I read that retail sales are down across the board at the end of November. Maybe 85 percent of normal. Sales are down, yet the shelves were empty? I look around to see what else is available. I admit to being genuinely confused by the situation. For whatever reason they say the ports are backed up and they are unable to offload the products fast enough. Logistically that does not make a lot of sense. We are unable to keep up with falling sales? One thing did make sense, I read that the ships that do arrive are smaller. It is more difficult to unload many smaller ships than a few large ships. The large ships have seen to have gone elsewhere. Recently I read the sales were closer to normal in December. So that is good.

Finally in a nearby, down low, in a isle display I find a few hand mixers. I am relieved to have found what I came for. Yet I was dismayed to have a choice of one. Yet it looked to be a good product. I had read in the Global Times the students believed democracy was a failure. This is a change from the past. The article blamed Joe Biden. It essentially said the two party system resulted in the election of Joe Biden, who is a failure. The students now believed in a choice of one. That way no mistakes could be made when voting. You voted for the wrong person? There will be repercussions. Xi would approve.

It is an interesting idea. The pink hatted revolutionaries have made their mark. We now have a one party system. In some eyes you are a good or bad person depending on whom you pulled the lever for. Despite the choice of one we had a good Christmas. We had a great tree and good times. We cannot help but carry on. Enjoy yourself. Merry Christmas.

Covid is a nasty thing. I cannot begin to list the amount of ways it has messed up peoples lives. In a way the Covid experience is like war. The industrial complex raced to provide vaccines and testing. The body count is duly reported. There are many rules for the populace to follow.

I watched a Zoom the other day. The nice lady talking outlined all the things we would have to do to combat Covid. I thought it rather odd that she was smiling. Coivid is a nasty thing. Even if we do not get it we have to do many many unpleasant things. We are stoic and say things like we will get our brain tickled. We mask up to go indoors and out. There are places we cannot go, people we cannot see.

One reason to smile would be if victory was at hand. Yes I would smile if the defeat of the virus was imminent. Here is the pill that will fix it all. However the conversation was more about containing the costs of the status quo. I really don’t believe maintaining the status quo is victory.

Some people just enjoy control. They enjoy telling other people what to do. The reasons are many. Myself, I like to make other people look good. If I were to do a Covid speech, I would tell people how good we are doing. I would talk about hope. Who knows, maybe knowing the same things I would have said the same thing. Yet I bet I would not be smiling. I do not like the control thing, I am more into the help thing.

My final thought on this is the media is totally into the control thing. Sure there is a bit of real helpful information, yet that is just to entice the ability to control. Take the radio for example. There are two bandwidths. AM and FM. Yes I know one is amplitude modulation and the other is frequency modulation. That being said they are different polar worlds. Listening to one is to deny the other. The hope is that there is peaceful coexistence. Personally I listen to neither, I consider the radio to be totally out of touch. If anyone tells me something that they have used the radio as a source for, I consider them out of touch.

I am not a huge fan of guns. I would rather spend my money on other things. I do understand the attraction of mechanical things. When I was young we had guns in our schools. I was taught how to shoot guns, and was trained in gun safety. To own a gun was to be responsible for its use.

Now guns trigger people. Most people that I know that have guns are quite responsible. They take care of their guns and don’t antagonize people with them. Yet there is always that one guy. I thought he was a friend.

There are many reasons to own a gun. One of them is a respect for history. My friends and I did historical reenactment. I believed that history should be respected, some history is important. I wanted to pay homage to what I thought was important history. We did a few local events. I thought my friends intrest in guns was interesting, as we differed politically. I carried the flag, he would lead the others that carried guns. I am not anti gun. I just did not want to carry one. I would prefer to carry the flag.

I respect history. One of the hardest things I do is to raise hay. Hard work and sweat to feed a few rescue horses. It is not a profitable venture, we just do it because our ancestors did. We do not have the horses, other people do. We just raise the hay.

Raising hay is a little like racing. We get some old tractors and drive them around in circles until they break. We fix them and drive some more until we are finished. We race against the weather. We cannot let the rain win, because then the hay will be bad.

The horses we make the hay for were going to be in the same parade as we were going to reenact in. The firetrucks that were going to be in the parade agreed not to use their sirens. They did not want to scare the horses. It was agreed that it would be a quiet parade. At the end of the parade my friend wanted to fire a salvo. I suggested that it not be good idea as this was supposed to be a quiet parade. We did not want to scare the nearby horses. He called the men to arms. The lady that organized the parade then asked him not to fire the guns. He then ordered his men to about face. Then he commanded them to fire.

I was ashamed. I am supposed to look up to and trust my friend. He had scared the horses and made people mad. I apologized for him. He did not. I did not understand his actions, yet in retrospect I do. His view it is not the person’s fault, it is the guns fault. Politically that is his agenda. By behaving badly with a gun he is furthering his political agenda. I believe it was premeditated.

There are many reasons to own a gun. One of them is protect yourself from people behaving badly with guns. To own a gun is to be responsible for it’s use.