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Andrew Lynch
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Interactional Man of Mystery
Interactional Man of Mystery

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It's pretty clear that Google+ is as dead as a door nail. If I'm going to do dead door nails, then I'm going to do it on my terms, so I'm out of here. I've overhauled my personal blog and will be using that for all posts from now on. If you want to visit, by all means do so. You will have to decide whether to actively check it, as I'm not going to cater to lazy social media folk through whatever notification system allows passive people to be told of something new.

My blog, called The Clog, is at http://clog.andrewlynch.co.nz. Perhaps I'll see you there. If not, well, I didn't see you here, so I won't even notice. ;)

Buh bye.

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Now that I no longer live in the States, I tend to ignore the lunacy back in the home of the craven. I check in every now and then to see if it's as awful politically as I recall. Yep, it is.

This is an excellent article, although it won't sway a single Trump supporter. For reasons that are thoughtfully explained in the article itself.

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Online forums and comment threads largely consist of nonsense, but a lone commenter on an article about one of California's more daft legislative efforts reminded me of loony science that I had forgotten (along with those studies in the 70s that purported peanut butter causes cancer). It's a brilliant little bit of historical recollection that we could all benefit from...

"I am an old fart in my late 70s. I witnessed the arguments that scientists put forward to prove their 'hypothesis' about the weather several times and in each time, the scientists cried doom and gloom if something wasn't immediately done. Carl Sagan, then a PR front for the scientific community, proclaimed we were in for a 'nuclear winter', comparing man's disturbing the delicate balance of the atmosphere to the release of a multitude of atomic bombs at the same time. His prognoses was completely off and even then, anyone who question his views were deemed 'loonie'...after all, he is a scientist and science was never wrong, correct???

Long before global warming, the scientists were warning us about global drought. The science community came up with plans to to break off ice from the poles and glaciers, then tow the huge hunks of ice to the continents to supply water. This was during the late 50s to the mid 60s, when the same scientists changed their mantra to global cooling.

Then, in the 60s, global cooling was the cry of the day. Plans were put forward to circle the globe with mirrored satellites to reflect additional sunlight back to earth..., the poles and glaciers was to be coated with carbon black to absorb heat. It was suggested that all roofs be painted black to help with heating.

In both of these cases, the scientists stated that their scientific data supporting their contention.

Then came global warming or as they hedge their bet, 'climate change',,,,,,,,, With the moniker of climate change. anything that happens is covered. It's like heads, I win, tails, you lose......

Now, I will not argue, but agree that if there comes a system of clean energy and if it is readily available, inexpensive, and reliable, we should start heading in that direction,...but, to tear down the world's economy by having the industrial countries pay the lessor countries way and push every industrial country into a third world status will create more harm than a few degrees of warmth could do.

Without realizing it, many scientist have already disproved the dire results of their global warming contention by describing how the world was when it was hotter and more CO2 was in the atmosphere. Their description about how plants and animals flourished much better than in today's world doesn't seem to mesh with the doom and gloom that is being pedaled recently and pushed onto the masses...

Maybe they were lying about those plants and animals of the past living so well... Can't have it both ways......"

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On Friday, after three months of waiting for its manufacturing to be completed, I received my custom-made left-handed sushi knife. My friend and sushi chef, Makoto of Cocoro Restaurant in Auckland, volunteered to help me get precisely the knife I wanted.

I'm picky about knives, about the metals used to make them, their longevity and utility, and I'm fascinated about the craft of knife making. Left-handed sushi knives are not commonly made, although you can find them on a number of sites for sale. When I asked Makoto what he thought about a couple I'd found online, he wondered why I didn't simply have one made for me. Because this would have involved working directly with a Japanese craftsman, I didn't feel qualified to go down that road. He generously went down that road for me.

The knife itself is a beautiful thing, but what elevates it, what makes it mine, is the set of kanji characters Makoto wrote to represent my name.

Japanese uses three styles of writing. Kanji -- logographs that represent single words. Two forms of Kana: hiragana, which is used to write native Japanese words, and katakana, which is used to write introduced words, foreign words, scientific terms, etc.

To put my name on the knife would require katakana, which is simply a reproduction of a, n, d, r, e, and w. It's not a Japanese word, but they have a means for representing it with several characters.

Instead, Makoto created a kanji representation of "Andrew", based on his perception of me. It consists of three characters, each representing three separate words, or concepts, that all together become an interpretation of the word Andrew. His interpretation, which flatters me beyond words, so to speak, draws together the ideas of peace and safety, earthiness, and an element of modernity and stylishness. Makes me a bit weepy, to be honest. It's a truly beautiful gesture, and makes the knife utterly unique.
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Wow!

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I've been practicing this since I was 20 years old. Never knew it had any history.

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Our first real adventure of Spring!

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Woody today lying in his brother's old favourite spot on the couch.
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Rest in peace, beloved Darwin Jeremiah Roy

My longtime companion and little four-legged friend Darwin died last night from complications due to old age. It was a sudden onset and he didn't suffer for long.

Those of you who had the joy of getting to know Darwin -- aka the little shit -- know what a special dog he was, and how much he meant to me. We had nearly 14 amazing years together and I will never forget what his unconditional love and companionship has done for me in that time. By the way, his brother, Woody, is as perky and goofy as ever, so he and I will carry on with our tradition of Beagle adventures.

Here's a pic of the little shit in Golden Gate Park when he was just a wee pup.
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