In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the sentimental type. It’s not to say I don’t appreciate things, but I’ve never really been the type to ooze emotion, even…

Source: On Being Thankful

Part of my money making job involves financing, so when noticing the crucial but blank box asking for occupation I have politely suggested domestic engineer.  I’ve had the pleasure of spendin…

Source: The Domestic Engineer

This is your 2:22 AM wake up call.  Zeros and ones, zeros and ones.  The DNA of computers.  Chains of these two digits combined are part of our daily lives for better or for worse, and the programm…

Source: Nate Kavan claims it’s numbers who are to blame and letters have been trying to tell us this since the beginning.

November 22, 1963, when I was eight, President Kennedy was assassinated. In 1968, Martin Luther King in the spring then Bobby Kennedy in June. That same June I would turn 13 and I was celebrating in San Antonio with my Hispanic grandmother at the Hemisphere until we heard this news. She was so upset she fainted, party over. Her own father had been shot to death when she was a motherless teenager.

She had been very politically involved in the election of John Kennedy. Little shrines to him occupied prime territory in nearly every room of her home. I think now that some of her tears about Bobby Kennedy may have been old tears that she still needed to liberate.

This news about Donald Trump being our next president makes me want to cry. My ten year old granddaughter had been following the campaign. She was very worried when she went to bed last night. I know when she hears that he won, she might want to cry.

I was very politically motivated by what I experienced  with the death of the Kennedys and King. I have always considered myself to be a Kennedy kid, “Ask not what your county can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” The results of this election will only make me work harder to be that person.

I don’t know what else to do. But first, I am going to let myself liberate some tears…