Reflections on science, technology, and computing — leavened by personal experience


My wallet was empty, and the cabinets held just two cans of corn. Payday was at least a week away, and I had some important culinary decisions to make.

I was five years old when I learned an important moral lesson in the red clay hills of the Arkansas Ozarks.

Books are still the best way to upload new ideas into the wetware of willing minds.

A few memories of childhood baseball fantasies and the ignominy of batting triple zero.

An amazing teacher named Joel Martin is a major reason why I’ve been privileged to spend my life as a researcher. I will always be in his debt.

The undying need for respect, to make a difference and to matter, regardless of circumstance, crosses cultures and generations. It was just a cherry pie, but it was much, much more.