Notes From A Bear's Journey

    My wife has told me several times that my blog and its writings don't matter, that it is just a series of useless facts and often, opinions.  And she's likely correct, for as with most writers and singers and artists and such, people everywhere are simply trying to make some sort of a difference in a small way, hoping that some small thought or idea will cling onto them as lightly as a floating dandelion seed.  And although my wife never reads my blog, she's accurate in saying that what does matter is helping people, being kind and more caring, having compassion, and expressing true feelings.  And so it was difficult to continue jotting down an almost fluff piece on today's world of dating when people are staring at a pile of ashes, something which was once their home.  Perhaps because it IS Los Angeles, and it IS California, and it IS near the ocean and the homes of mega-zillionaires, many of us either felt that it was immune from major disasters or w...

Photo:  Vance Christie                       Try not to get the wrong impression but sometimes before I throw out my issues of The New York Review and The London Review , I take a quick glance at their classifieds.  Okay, who really has classified ads anymore since so few print newspapers still exist (and yes, my subscriptions to the two publications above are indeed still the print versions).  And apologies to all who are wondering why I would still be reading something "in print," vs. something digitally.  You know, trees cut down and such.  And it's a valid argument and somewhat in my defense, I do read about 10% of my books online via the library's Libby app (and the same with many magazines via their Flipster app ).  But my old school comfort argument is that I just enjoy turning a page and using a bookmark (no dog-eared pages for me, as a courtesy to the next library reader), and the same f...

     Oct...think of all the words that can form from that three-letter prefix: octagon, octopus, October, octogenarian.  Author Abigail Thomas turned 80 while writing her memoir , jotting down bits of memory before such thoughts slipped away: My memory is full of holes.  Maybe I wasn't paying the right kind of attention to my life.  Was I in so great a rush to get to the next thing that I forgot to notice the present?  Or maybe the weight of too many memories piled on top of others crushed some, deformed others...I discover that memory, mine anyway, seems to be an independent creature, inspired by circumstances rather than faithful to it.  I could dig my mistakes up by the roots, plant the more literal truth in my damp mind, but inevitably the memory, or the way my brain preserved it, grows back the way it was recorded... What happened last week?  I come up with nothing.  But nothing happened, which is a point in my favor.  Does lo...

     No, that title is not related to the rather famous novel about the German lock tinkerer , but close.  I was going back over a few notes and books, on fungi and mushrooms in particular, and out popped this piece by Sarah Richardson, PhD on bacteria.  Somehow, bacteria --sort of like sharks-- have gotten a bad rap.  We wash our hands of them, we dread the diseases they can cause, and we know that they can multiply faster than we can imagine.  Only Dr. Richardson says that we need to look at bacteria in a different way because, in her words, "bacteria run this planet."  Here are a few of her highlights:  --Bacteria let us breathe: One bacterial genus called Prochlorococcus  lives in seawater and is responsible for at least half of our oxygen. --Bacteria feed us: Most of the atmosphere is nitrogen, which is great because we need nitrogen in many molecules in our bodies.  But atmospheric nitrogen is inert. so what we breathe in we ...