24 March 15
Of all the ideas I had for improving the world over the last fifty years or so, I managed to do something about only one. The others were ones I talked about in my family without any noticeable response. I’ve had to remain content with the pleasure of imagining solutions to some of the things I saw as problems. Only once did I figure out how to put an idea into action. Continue reading
Without warning, I came face to face with a modern problem. As I carried logs in for the woodstove on a cold winter day, a splinter stuck in my thumb. I dug around with a sterilized needle and retrieved the splinter. No problem there. But when I tried to use my new cellphone upgrade, it wouldn’t let me in because my passcode is my fingerprint which I had messed up by digging for the splinter. In my wildest dreams I never imagined I would one day be unable to use the telephone because I had damaged my fingerprint.