• BobMunck commented on the blog post How Personal Experience With Marijuana Is Driving Reform

    2013-08-05 20:21:23View | Delete

    Maybe the older ones now don’t remember smoking teh weed

    Hey, I remember, and I was in the 8% in 69 and just barely the 35% in 73 (“The sweet smoke was thick over Max’s Farm, my friend.”) Now I’m stuck forever in the right-most column.

    It happens I’m just now doing my HS 50th reunion website. We’re about 17% dead, so that could be part of it. I can’t comment on THC concentration; viognier is now my drug of choice.

  • BobMunck commented on the blog post How Personal Experience With Marijuana Is Driving Reform

    2013-08-05 19:07:27View | Delete

    I’m not a mathematician (no, wait, yes I am) but it seems to me that the 56% of the 18-29 population that we see in 1977 and 1985 in the chart should have shown up in 30-49/50-64 in 1999 and 2013. Sure, the intervals between surveys vary, as does the number of years in each column/generation, but those 56% years were baby-boomers, and there are a lot of them.

    That 44% in 2013 is awfully low considering the 56% in 77 and 85. Were they fibbing then, or are they fibbing now?

  • BobMunck commented on the blog post The Roundup for July 29, 2013

    2013-07-30 13:31:26View | Delete

    ICBMs have been around since the German V-2, and work just fine; it’s anti-ICBM missiles that don’t work. And I say this as husband of the person who wrote the on-board operating system for the Patriot.

  • BobMunck commented on the blog post Bush’s Greatest Sin Was Telling America to Be Afraid

    2013-04-26 07:26:59View | Delete

    technological it is not even possible to put a nuke in a suitcase.

    Yeah it is. We built about 400 of them in the 60′s. They were 11 inches in diameter and 16 inches long, weighed 50 pounds.

    However, they wouldn’t need suitcases; a U-Haul van or small boat would do equally well. That said, it’s nothing new; we’ve always needed to worry about that. The right wing doesn’t want us to, because then we wouldn’t fund Star Wars.

  • BobMunck commented on the blog post Politics, Coonskin Caps, and the Stories That We Are

    2013-03-10 11:22:53View | Delete

    My wife was chairing a technical meeting at a sea-side hotel in Santa Barbara sometime in the 80′s when Fess Parker stuck his head in the door. Somehow they ended up singing a duet of The Ballad of Davy Crockett, much to the amusement of the other attendees. He owned the hotel. I’ve been to conferences there also, and remember the fancy vintage car he kept parked out front, a Duesenberg or something like that. We’re fans of his wine.

  • BobMunck commented on the diary post Asteroids, Dinosaurs, and the History of Physics by E. F. Beall.

    2013-02-16 19:40:46View | Delete

    I heard Velikovsky speak at Brown in 1963 or thereabouts, in the form of a debate between him and Leon Cooper (my physics faculty advisor) and a member of Brown’s excellent Geology Department (can’t remember who). To say they wiped the floor with him would be an understatement. Nowadays, of course, he would be up [...]

  • BobMunck commented on the blog post The Polite Society

    2013-02-08 20:09:55View | Delete

    The Heinlein quote is from Beyond This Horizon (Astounding SF, 1942). Wingnuts would be aghast at the other points it makes. For example, the book speaks admiringly (and the plot centers around) a government that controls the genetics of the population, to the point of sterilizing and even killing individuals who have genes that officials don’t like. Another important point is that when you die, you are immediately reincarnated in a fetus that’s about to be born. At the climax, a high official who has guided the development of a “superman” strain arranges to die such that she is reincarnated in the best product of that line.

    In the course of the book, an armed revolt by citizens dissatisfied with the government is casually and effortlessly put down, with 100% fatalities for the revolutionaries.

  • Bit of a nod there to the Forth of July scene from Moscow on the Hudson.