Science without reproducibility already has a name. It is called a "David Brooks Column."

Shit - I am still trying to finish "Ridley Walker" and that was, like, the biggest hi-brow read of the summer of 1980. And it was only 220 pages.

Beer has this same effect on me. Perhaps beer is the key to consciousness. It would certainly explain a lot.

Thinking "Does this mean I don't have to finish my homework?"

You know, I find it hard to take seriously a country that looks just like the Road Runner dashing from left to right across the map of Asia.

You know, the last great naval war in the Pacific was so damned much fun, it's almost time to do it again. Whatcha think?

You don't have a properly apocalyptic world view. Think big. Think DEAD. The end is nigh.

All of these apocalypses are too big and flashy. I suspect we will meet our doom in some incredibly mundane fashion, something retro and old timey. How about good old fashioned overpopulation? Famine?

There is a very simple answer, one that does not require a lot of hand wringing. It goes like this: The universe is a very big place and light, considered even on a galactic scale, is a pretty slow horse. Given that light speed is the speed-limit, therefore, the universe could be absolutely crawling with highly…

A couple of my school friends were the daughters of a physicist in the DC area when the first Cosmos aired. He was a gentle giant, with a big Santa belly and even more Santa-like beard. He was a witty, erudite, sociable, lovely man in every way. Except when you mentioned anything that even remotely sounded like…

Scary and silly, and yet thundering congressional stupidity is nothing new. A possibly apocryphal, but certainly perfectly plausible and in character, story has the late Sen. William L. Scott of Virginia berating some terrified Pentagon employees sent to his office to brief him on an issue about missile silos with:…

Maybe we should sink it first, then be all like "oops, I thought it was a real aircraft carrier and got all scared. Sorry."

I dislike this plan. I am content to reside in Northern California and have no desire to shorten that to North California.

I once, for no reason other than pure spite, told a panhandler in DC to fuck off. He ran after me, caught up with me at an intersection, and quite rightly gave me a scathing and profoundly articulate lecture about respecting his humanity. There really wasn't much response I could offer other then feeling…

Man, I am really pleased to realize how vigorously I protected myself from prostate cancer back in my 20s.

A very wise counselor I know likes to say "forgive yourself for being human." It was the best advice anyone ever gave me and the most challenging to embrace.

The Dune universe offers an absolutely unlimited canvass for dramatic series.

You are forgetting that many sentences contained in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy were of a very dangerous length and were performed by highly trained vocal practitioners. On no account should inexperienced lifeforms attempt to imitate them without proper medical, lung, and jaw supervision.

Yes, it seems.