Outside the Grand Waikikian

Definitely female.

I don't know what made me think of this: it's high time that SJW's turn their attention to changing the language of plumbing connectors and fasteners.

Where It Oughtta Be

In a very, very small slice of Houston, a late-afternoon summer squall triggered a local flash-flood warning and knocked out power at dinner time. The quiet was eerie, as the TV sets fell silent in the apartment-dense McCully area of Honolulu.

Luckily, we had already made dinner. Three generations of family members, undistracted, talked to each other by LED-light. Yes, we did send and receive a few text messages, but that was only to warn off a few that were trying to make it through traffic.

520p: ~860 customers without power in the Waikiki/McCully area. 1st responder en route. Mahalo for your patience. #OahuOutage

— Hawaiian Electric (@HwnElectric) August 30, 2017

A little over an hour later power was restored, and the pace of Island life got back to where it oughtta be.

The Difficult Path

Mom sends $hundreds to this company for magazines
she barely reads. Sweepstakes? she hasn't won a dime.

The following query could have been written by me, except that mine would apply to Mom, not Dad:

My elderly father gets over 100 pieces of junk mail every week, and I just discovered that he’s given away nearly $5,000 over the past few months to many of the solicitors that mail him this junk. Can you offer any tips on how can I stop this?

Most of their letter concerns winning the grand prize,
Two sentences are about fighting children's cancer.

Excerpts from columnist Jim T. Miller's answer (my mother's "favorites" in bold):

Mail fraud can be tricky to detect because there are many different types of schemes out there that may seem legitimate. Some of the most common mail scams targeting seniors today are phony sweepstakes, foreign lotteries, free prize or vacation scams, fake checks, donation requests from charities or government agencies that don’t exist, get-rich chain letters, work-at-home schemes, inheritance and investment scams, and many more....

Only 10% of this group's donations make it to charity.

Unfortunately, once a person gets on these mail fraud lists, also known as “suckers lists,” it’s very difficult to get off. That’s because these criminals regularly trade and sell mailing lists of people who they believe to be susceptible to fraud, and they won’t remove a name when you request it.

Mr. Miller doesn't give entirely satisfactory answers. Intercepting without permission the mail of a person who retains her faculties could be immoral and even illegal. And registering with "Do not call" and "opt-out" lists works with legitimate organizations, not heartless souls who scam seniors.

For the time being we will continue along the difficult path of respecting Mom's independence while being watchful over her communications.

Check Out My Number

The only photo that's necessary.

Good looks, athleticism, and popularity are no longer the attribute most important to the opposite sex:

when it comes to looking for a prospective partner, one's credit score is hugely important, reports Bloomberg. One new survey from the parent of dating sites like Tinder finds that 69% of 2,000 online daters surveyed rank financial stability as very or extremely important, putting it slightly ahead of humor (67%) and well ahead of attractiveness (51%), ambition (50%), courage (42%), and modesty (39%), per a press release.

Ladies, check out my number, then take a number. Ladies? Ladies? Where'd you go?

New Life from the Soil

In Hawaii the flora sprout rapidly. The bananas weren't there when I visited earlier this year. Meanwhile, there are mango, guava, and papaya to tide us over.

I walked across the street to get a closer look. The monkey pod has grown appreciably since it was trimmed back two years ago.

Too Bad We Didn't Get to See (or Smell) It

Crissy Field (Time photo)

By canceling today's demonstrations in San Francisco, the right-wing group Patriot Prayer did left-wing groups and the City itself (or is that redundant?) a big favor. For if there's one thing crazier than the speech of white supremacists, it's the reaction to it. Case in point, the dog poop counter-protest:

Hundreds of San Franciscans plan to prepare Crissy Field, the picturesque beach in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge where rightwing protest group Patriot Prayer will gather, with a generous carpeting of excrement.

“I just had this image of alt-right people stomping around in the poop.”

The apparent thought process: save up dog droppings for a week, dump them all over one of the most beautiful urban parks in the country, hope that the right-wing demonstrators step in it, and pick up all the excrement after the event is over. Putting aside the likelihood that San Francisco park-goers will smear overlooked poop on their Louboutins for weeks, spending many hours fouling one's own nest just to teach one's opponent a lesson sounded like a plan that needed work.

Too bad we didn't get to see how it turned out.

Classic TV reference: "Oh, running away, eh? Come back here, you yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!"

Robots Will Resolve This

Recently your humble blogger found himself at a car repair shop where guys were standing around jawing about what the untrained eye would regard as junk auto parts. The issue was whether a Volvo engine could be salvaged, but the conversation ranged far afield.

Differences between the sexes concerning technical prowess have again risen to the top of the national conversation because of a memo written by Google engineer James Damore.

Mr. Damore asserted that the difference in performance in computer engineering between the sexes (in general, in general, ok?) can't all be attributed to sex discrimination and structural barriers. My limited experience does not contradict his thesis; I know some outstanding women in jobs that require hard math and science, but they are rare. Mr. Damore did not polemicize and is being lambasted in part because his piece is not up to professional writing standards. IMHO he didn't deserve to be fired.

No one is complaining about sex discrimination in the low-status profession of auto repair. The guys I know in this business like what they are doing and started at an early age. This Saturday morning I didn't see any women talking about exhaust manifolds or head gaskets.

It's not offensive to attribute innate sex differences to the people who go in to auto repair, but it is for computer science; oh well, when everyone is replaced by robots it won't matter.

Related: every guy in America fell in love with Marisa Tomei when she spouted car speak in the courtroom (and captured the Academy Award because of it). I daresay that scene would be as incongruous today as it was in 1992.

A Good Place

Window Box Cafe looks different from Denny's and IHOP.

American tourists used to--and in many places still do--travel where meals, hotels, and experiences can be purchased at a substantial discount from back home. Bay Area residents don't have to go abroad; they just have to drive East for two hours.

The Window Box Cafe in Rocklin, 25 miles northeast of Sacramento, serves a substantial, quality breakfast in a cheerful atmosphere. Including beverage and tip, the tab was about $10 per person.

Because of the State's high regulatory and tax burden, it's doubtful that we will retire in California. If we do, however, the greater Sacramento area looks like a good place.

Jerry Lewis, 1926-2017

In LA in 1950 (WSJ photo)

Back in the Fifties there was little cross-over between the world of children and the world of adults. There were Disney movies for kids, while grown-ups liked (or said they liked) epics like the Ten Commandments that were excruciatingly long and had way too much talking. Jerry Lewis was one of the few who could bridge the two worlds.

He understood kids. On the big screen his character said embarrassing things and acted outrageously goofy. But Jerry did it without malice, and you could tell that he had a good heart. By movie’s end he got the money and the girl, leaving much smarter foes sprawled in defeat.

Our parents and grandparents were adults who won World Wars and were trying to stave off nuclear destruction. Jerry Lewis showed that a silly kid who never grew up could triumph in a very serious world. Thanks, Jerry.

Update: athletic prowess is a characteristic of great physical comedians (Charles Chaplin, Dick Van Dyke). Jerry Lewis was no exception.

No Good Deed Dept.

Heading to my aisle seat, I noted that the man in the middle seat next to me kept looking back at a lady who appeared to be his wife. I asked her if she would like to exchange places. "That's not my wife. She's back there," said the man, pointing to a woman (I thought) in another aisle seat. I walked back to the second lady--again that was not his wife.

The third time was a charm. His wife was in a middle seat in a packed row. Well, I couldn't back out now.

We exchanged seats, she thanked me effusively, and a corpulent gentleman plopped himself in the aisle seat beside me. It was going to be a long 4½-hour flight. No good deed....

Disappointed in the Eclipse (Doughnuts)

While over a million people are spending thousands of dollars apiece to see a total solar eclipse that will last 2½ minutes, I celebrated by spending $12 on a dozen "Eclipse" doughnuts from Krispy Kreme.

For several hours a day this weekend Krispy Kreme is serving its popular "Hot" doughnuts with chocolate instead of regular glaze. (Light turned to dark---how clever.)

We like chocolate, and we like regular hot-glazed, but somehow the combination was inferior to either. At least our experience will last several hours rather than a couple of minutes. We were disappointed, but not as underwhelmed, I suspect, as some of our fellow citizens will be later today.

Just like #Eclipse2017, blink and you'll miss #ChocolateGlaze. Full schedule details: https://t.co/LOLi61V1SL (US/CAN) pic.twitter.com/tUTXRrb6Hs

— krispykreme (@krispykreme) August 19, 2017

The New Rules Are All So Confusing

Piss Christ (Time photo)

It was 30 years ago, but as the cliché goes, it seems like yesterday that artist Andres Serrano displayed a photograph of Piss Christ, a crucifix submerged in the artist's urine.

The Southeastern Center for Contemporary Art granted Piss Christ an award which included a $15,000 grant from the National Endowment of the Arts.

The controversy was predictable, with religious conservatives decrying the work and the cognoscenti lauding its artistic expression.

Great works of art provoke, we were told, and if you are offended it says something about you, not the work itself.

Statue of Robert E. Lee, Charlottesville (CNN photo)

There is now a burgeoning movement to take down statues honoring soldiers, the flag, and other symbols of the Confederacy. Speaking as one whose ancestors were neither slave nor slaveowner, I don't have a dog in this hunt.

I will only observe that in 2017 taking offense is justification for censorship and removal or destruction of works of art. This time it's not the viewer but the work itself that is the problem.

The new rules are all so confusing.

Where the Sun Doesn't Shine

One friend is going to Shoshoni, WY but he won't stay for
the antique tractor show.

We know at least three different parties who are going to see the total solar eclipse on Monday. Our friends and relatives will be heading to small towns in Oregon and Wyoming (Nashville is the only major city in the eclipse path) and roughing it with possibly no GPS, cellphone service, or credit cards (terminals may be down).

Community officials are trying to get visitors prepared. Ms. Hammon, the Idaho Falls spokeswoman, said eclipse-watchers should prepare for traffic delays and bring food, water, medications—and even paper maps because of expected spotty cell service because the area’s reception will be taxed by the crowds.

Rental fees for cars, hotel rooms, and even portable toilets have skyrocketed.

Thousands of dollars will be spent per eclipse-watcher, and your humble blogger can think of only one other 2½-minute experience that could command those prices, but this is a family blog.

As for me, at the same time I'll be headed away from the noise and haste over the Pacific to visit family in the old hometown.

Trump Trough?

After nearly a year of incessant media pounding (some merited, to be sure), after his abandonment by prominent business allies, after the firing or resignation of most of his key staff people, Donald J. Trump seems to have reached the nadir of his Presidency. The media megaphone/echo chamber has extrapolated the murder of a woman by a crazed white supremacist into the Holocaust and blamed Republicans by association.

In a sober illustration the Economist cover this week shows the President using a Ku Klux Klan hat as a megaphone. [bold added]

[the] president is politically inept, morally barren and temperamentally unfit for office.

However:

The economy is still perking along, the stock market is at an all-time high, and the U.S. hasn't entered any new wars. In fact the President's "fire and fury" speech, despite the near-universal handwringing, has for the first time in memory caused the North Korean regime to back down without being paid a bribe.

The insider leaks that have damaged the Trump Presidency may decrease or even disappear now that the two reputed leakers-in-chief, Reince Priebus and Steve Bannon, have departed.

Republican governance has rightly taken a hit because it has done nothing in the area of health care, tax reform, or infrastructure spending, but the year isn't over.

Warren Buffett said "Buy when everyone else is selling", in other words sell at the peaks and buy at the troughs.

Were Donald Trump a stock my instincts tell me that now is the time to buy.

The Song and the Man

Don Ho's statue unveiled at International
Market Place this month (SF Gate)

Don Ho didn't have a great voice, and I doubt that his vocal range was two octaves. What he had in spades was charisma, coolness, and the ability to read the room. He was Hawaii's Dean Martin, the crooner with a drink in his hand, serenading and flirting with the fans.

His big hit "Tiny Bubbles" had a simple melody and simple lyrics. Like Don Ho the man, it's difficult to understand how the song was so popular. You just had to be there.

We Know What We Are Talking About

The revelation that U.S. consumer debt is nearly a record $13.0 trillion made for fevered commentary, but Matt Drudge's blaring headline prompted a chuckle:

If you see the absurdity of showing the ".00", then you, dear reader, have a feeling for significant digits.

Here's an accounting joke that reflects the same concept:

An accountant visited the Natural History museum. While standing near the dinosaur, he said to his friend, “This dinosaur is 2 billion years and 10 months old.” “Where did you get this exact information?” the friend asked. “I was here 10 months ago, and the guide told me that the dinosaur is 2 billion years old.”

We give out precise information because people then think that we know what we are talking about.

Another Fusion Place

Tugboat Fish & Chips is a small chain restaurant in California. The Lincoln outlet, in a creative effort to maximize uses of the inventory, offers sushi as well as fish & chips. We ordered one of each; both were good--and 20% lower than Bay Area prices.

You may sniff at the mixed menu, dear reader, but just think of it as another Asian fusion place.

Recycling: But We Meant Well

Foster City, August, 2016: not the tidiest business

Fans (hi, Mom!) of this blog know that every few months we bag up our cans and bottles and turn them in for cash. It was always mystifying how the process made sense economically---the consumer pays 5 or 10 cents per bottle CRV ("California Redemption Value") going in and gets a little of it back if he bothers to haul them to the recycling centers. The difference supposedly pays for the operating costs of the recycler, who also gets revenue from selling the used bottles and cans and a subsidy from the government. It turns out that the house of cans is about to topple.

The resale value plus the government subsidy are still not enough to keep the recyclers in business: [bold added]

the value of recyclables has decreased in recent years, meaning [recycling business owner Ors] Csaszar makes less on the collected bottles and cans he sells. On top of that, state subsidies meant to offset the cost of recycling have failed to keep pace with the rising costs of doing business.

Hundreds of recycling centers have shuttered in the past two years across the state, resulting in millions of plastic, aluminum and glass containers going to landfills. In the past two years more than 500 recycling centers closed their doors, leaving 1,650 throughout the state, according to the California Department of Resources Recycling and Recovery, or CalRecycle.

To sum up, recycling is a government-mandated environmental program that:

adds $millions to the cost of consumer products;

created an industry that is unable to survive without a government subsidy;

is so uneconomic that even with the subsidy nearly a quarter of the locations have closed (so far);

doesn't accomplish what it set out to do anyway ("millions...going to landfills").

But wait, it gets worse: the government extracts penalties from businesses.

The law also requires stores that sell the beverages to have a place for consumers to return their bottles and cans within a half mile. If not, the stores themselves are required to either allow customers to recycle there, or pay a $100 a day fee.

Many stores opt to pay the $36,500 annual fee, saying they are unable to set up a recycling center at their location.

Consumers lose, businesses lose, the recyclers lose, the environment loses anyway.

I can't wait to see how California runs single-payer.

Window to the Future

As noted in May the 100+ year-old stained glass window (left) over the altar has been replaced. The new window (right) probably won't last as long as version 1, but its longevity is of little concern to me.

I was baptized in the family church during the Eisenhower Administration. My mother bought me a spot in the columbarium, a few feet from the new stained glass window. Cradle to grave, will I return for my final days?

I am not a salmon, I am a free man!

Before A Word Has Been Uttered

(Image from info254.com)

In a hypothetical criminal case developed for an experiment, judges went easier on a "remorseful" defendant who was trying to make amends. (Their decisions should have been based on the law and the facts, not the defendant's characteristics.)

While 87% of the judges upheld the conviction of the extremist Serb, no matter what the precedent, only 41% did for the remorseful Croat. In other words, rulings were driven by the defendant’s personal attributes rather than by legal precedent.

Even more interesting were the judges’ explanations for their decisions. Did they write about how legal precedent is one thing, but at the end of the day the most important thing is the individual on trial? No. Most cited the precedent if it supported their decision. Others discussed legal or policy matters.

In other words they made their decision based on emotion or other non-legal factors, then used legal reasoning to support the decision.

There's a strong suspicion that that is how most of us behave: base a decision on whether we like a person (sometimes merely whether he is in or out of our "tribe"), then justify the decision based on "facts", "reason", and "logic." That is why we usually know what a politician, reporter, or judge will say on a subject before a word has been uttered.

In the 21st Century We Still Care a Lot

One of the running off-camera jokes in Star Trek was the follically challenged Captain Picard: [bold added]

(Photo from startrek.com)

At a press conference about Star Trek: The Next Generation, a reporter asked Star Trek creator Gene Roddenberry about casting Patrick Stewart, commenting that "Surely by the 24th century, they would have found a cure for male pattern baldness." Gene Roddenberry had the perfect response.

"No, by the 24th century, no one will care."

Finding the causes and cure for hair loss has been slow. While a few men embrace the condition by shaving their remaining hair,

most men who suffer from male pattern baldness are extremely unhappy with their situation and would do anything to change it. Hair loss affects every aspect of their life. It affects interpersonal relationships as well as their professional life. It is not uncommon for men to change their career paths because of hair loss.

Minoxidil (brand name: Rogaine) has regrown hair in about 40% of patients. Other sufferers resort to hair transplants and toupees.

Your humble blogger has long suspected that a hirsute maternal grandfather was the reason he is able to retain his hair past middle age. The science confirms:

androgenetic alopecia....affects around 80% of men by the time they are 80 years old (and about 50% of women, though it’s less obvious), and is characterized by thinning at the top of the head and receding at the front. Genes are primarily to blame, says [UCLA professor Carolyn] Goh. The most consistent is found on the X chromosome, “which means it came from your mother’s side,” she says.

But why do I have more hair than my younger brothers? As I was saying, progress has been slow....

Ducks at Dusk

Quiet Diversions

The North Korean regime may seem completely alien to First-Worlders, but it must have an instinct for self-preservation. North Korea is in the position of the hostage taker who is completely surrounded by a SWAT team; he knows that if he fires a single shot--which may or may not kill his hostage--he will be dead in a second. That's why I'm not worried....much.

On my list of havens from the world are art museums. Viewing an artwork online is an imperfect substitute for visiting one, but the advantage is that virtual escape is but a click, not a plane ticket, away.

The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit

The Wall Street Journal to its credit will occasionally devote space to a lesser-known work of art, in this case ‘The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit’ (1882) by portrait artist John Singer Sargent (1856-1925).

He set his large-scale composition just inside the main door of the Boits’ Paris apartment. The girls, in the foreground, are in a theatrically lighted space that melts into a darkened interior. Much of the painting’s allure lies in its careful balancing of color. Warmth slips in sparingly, through the caramel tones of a wall and the red of a dagger-shaped screen. Blackness holds the center, drawing the eye beyond the riddle of these four self-possessed children.

The most we can be confident of is their relative ages. The youngest, seated on the floor, holds a large, pink-cheeked doll and glances slightly away. The eldest stands in the shadows, in profile, next to her second-born sister. Daughter number three, distinguished by her blond tresses, is planted on pipe-cleaner thin legs at the far left, and seems to gaze inward. It is only the second-born daughter, dead center you suddenly realize, who truly looks back, her eyes alert with expectation.

Her older sister leans against an outsize vase, one of a pair. Flanking the passage into what appears to be a well-appointed parlor, the vases lend a sculptural quality to the three standing figures. A ruffle at the neck of the blond child echoes the fluting on the vases.

The WSJ art reviewer points us to a Velázquez from two centuries prior:

He borrowed his structure from Diego Velázquez’s “Las Meninas,” which he had copied on an 1879 visit to Madrid. Both works feature young girls and, unusually, are large and square. Like Velázquez, Sargent overcomes the square’s potentially deadening symmetry with a pleasing off-balance arrangement enhanced by deep space. And, also like him, he upends the conventions of group portraiture by giving each figure room to breathe. A viewer of the Boit daughters could seemingly join 4-year-old Julia on the carpet.

Las Meninas

There are beautiful aspects of the world that will long outlive our current "urgent" concerns. Quiet diversions can remind us so.

Riding the Wave

We get real estate flyers in the mail and on our doorstep every day. Bay Area houses that once cost $500,000 early this century have tripled in value, which of course means tripled commissions if the 6% standard rate holds.

Brokers have become increasingly brazen, offering to lower the commission rate a little or saying that they have buyers lined up to buy in our neighborhood (right!). Other companies (see flyer) offer cash for homes; no contingencies mean a quick close for an eager seller.

We have seen this frothiness before in the stock and commodity markets, not just real estate. The only practical way for the homeowner to take advantage of this real estate bubble is by selling. (Larger investors have financial techniques such as options, partnerships, public offerings, and loans whereby they can "monetize" hard assets.)

High prices do allow homeowners to take out a large refinancing, but unless they can earn a rate of return that exceeds their new mortgage rate this strategy is unwise. As for us, we have ridden the wave up, and (sigh) we will ride the wave down.

De-fanging Mueller

Inside the Beltway the tempest du jour is whether Special Counsel Robert Mueller will find the smoking gun that will bring down Donald Trump.

Your humble blogger, for the record, thinks the President was set up. Mr. Trump thought that the special counsel would clear him of charges of Russian collusion (whatever that means). But Mr. Mueller's expansive charter, executed by high-priced Democratic lawyers, threatens not only the Administration but also Mr. Trump's business empire, his friends and his family. Given enough time and money they will find something on someone (such as lying to a grand jury about a workplace affair, the basis for the impeachment of Bill Clinton).

The Beltway folks say that he can't fire the Special Counsel, though the Constitutional arguments why he can't are above my pay grade.

Another part of the Constitution, Article 2, Section 2, can effectively fire Mr. Mueller by negating all his activities. That section grants the President unlimited power to pardon anyone of any crime against the United States. Imagine:

I, Donald J. Trump, will pardon any and all persons indicted by the grand jury(ies) convened by Special Counsel Robert Mueller. If you are indicted for failing to produce documents, I will pardon you. If you are indicted for not answering a question, I will pardon you. If you are indicted for not appearing as a witness, I will pardon you. Let's end this farce and move on.

It seems too simple, and that's why it will never happen.

Teachable Moment for the Wealthy

Presidio Terrace is 4 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge

I know I'm being unkind, and it's wrong to mock the woes of probably-decent people whom I don't know anything about, but the owners of thirty-five (35) San Francisco mansions are at the mercy of two San Jose residents who paid off a delinquent $14-per-year property tax bill on their private road (bold added):

Tina Lam and Michael Cheng snatched up Presidio Terrace — the block-long, private oval street lined by 35 megamillion-dollar mansions — for $90,000 and change in a city-run auction stemming from an unpaid tax bill. They outlasted several other bidders.

Happy street-owners Tina Lam and Michael Cheng (SFGate)

Now they’re looking to cash in — maybe by charging the residents of those mansions to park on their own private street.

...San Jose residents Cheng and Lam wound up with the street, its sidewalks and every other bit of “common ground” in the private development that has been managed by the homeowners since at least 1905. That includes a string of well-coiffed garden islands, palm trees and other greenery that enhance the gated and guarded community at the end of Washington Street, just off Arguello Boulevard and down the hill from the Presidio.

Periodically we read about an elderly person being thrown out of her home because of a small unpaid property-tax bill. Rich people can fall victim to the same process; they won't be in danger of losing their homes, just being able to access them.

Teachable moment: you gotta pay attention to what's happening--or not happening--at your homeowners' association.

Year 72: The Mushroom Cloud's Silver Lining

(Image from Atomic Heritage Foundation)

Horrible though it was, Hiroshima probably saved more lives than it took. As I wrote two years ago,

There's a good chance that I owe my existence to the bomb. My father, who celebrated his 90th birthday in June, would have been part of the invasion of Japan. (Dad served in the post-War occupation.)

Hiroshima and Nagasaki demonstrated the bomb's awesome destructive power to such an extent that nuclear weapons have never again been used in wartime. The fear seems to be receding, however, and our vacation from history may be ending.

“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.' I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.” ― J. Robert Oppenheimer

Over My Head

The solar-panel and battery system that we saw in last week's visit to the Tesla showroom was intriguing. But the disruptive product just may be Tesla's solar roof.

Replacing a conventional roof can run into the tens of thousands of dollars. Tesla's solar-roof tiles cost about the same as conventional tiles (see Bloomberg chart above), so why not get "free" solar energy if you are going to replace the roof anyway?

Tesla’s basic premise is to make solar ownership more attractive and affordable by eliminating the need to install both a roof and solar panels. Tesla says it will manage the entire process of solar roof installation, including removal of existing roofs, design, permits, installation, and maintenance. The company estimates that each installation will take about a week.

How Elon Musk keeps coming up with these ideas---and executing them---is over my head.

The tiles look attractive (CNet image)

...They Just Evaporate Away

Yesterday we noted that an iconic San Francisco beverage company will be bought by a large foreign rival.

A similar event occurred 32 years ago. Headline: Nestle Acquires Hills Brothers Coffee.

Back in the 1970's, before there was a Starbucks on every corner, specialized "coffee shops" didn't exist. Coffee was served as an accompaniment to breakfast at Howard Johnson's and Denny's (there was also a pretty good pancake chain called Sambo's that went out of business for reasons having nothing to do with its food).

Most Americans bought cans of ground coffee and made the brew at home in a percolator. General Foods' Maxwell House ("good to the last drop") was the largest seller, and Hills Brothers was a strong regional brand. As late as the 1980's the smell of roasting coffee filled the air along the Embarcadero.

Its claims to fame are two-fold: in 1900 the company reportedly invented vacuum-packaging, which enabled coffee suppliers to maintain freshness when shipping product long distances; the "taster"--an Arab (some believe he's a Turk) drinking coffee--is one of the most distinctive logos in the food and beverage industry.

32 years later one has to look hard to find any Hills Brothers products. Let's hope that a similar fate does not befall Anchor Steam.

Another San Francisco Brand Gets Bought

Iconic San Francisco company Anchor Steam will be acquired by Sapporo:

Anchor Brewing Co. is considered the leading pioneer of the craft beer movement, and is credited with reviving and modernizing some of today's most popular American beer styles. The price of the deal was not disclosed....

Anchor Brewing has proven itself as a company of firsts. Established in 1896, it bills itself as America’s “first and oldest” craft brewery and has long been San Francisco’s homegrown pride. It weathered the 1906 earthquake and is the inventor of the California common style of beer, which it trademarked as steam beer.

Tasting Anchor Steam during the 1970's was a revelation. American beers, e.g., Bud, Miller, Coors, were okay (in those days your humble blogger didn't regard any beer as bad). European beers were complex, had character, and were costly. Anchor Steam had a sharper taste than American bland; I liked it--didn't love it--but it was nice to have a choice that wasn't too expensive.

Both companies say that Anchor will retain its distinctiveness. We've heard that before, but here's hoping.

Cloudless Day in Redwood Shores

Oracle HQ at Redwood Shores, 2004

2017: Buildings added, plus marine craft.

The Oracle headquarters in Redwood Shores has changed a bit over the past decade. (The site was home to Marine World/Africa USA through 1986; your humble blogger retrospectively appreciates the lions' roars that floated up to Foster City at sunset).

The glass cylinders were ostentatious for their time but now are in tune with the trophy HQ's of Apple, Facebook, and Google. However, none of the latter have an America's Cup yacht parked in a lagoon right outside.

Oracle's market capitalization has risen to $206 billion from about $60 billion a decade ago, so Mr. Ellison is entitled to indulge a few outside interests.

Oracle looked like it was going to be left behind in a new world of social media and mobile devices but has more than regained its footing in the cloud.

Astronomical Privilege

Boston Globe: The solar eclipse path will overwhelmingly pass over Trump Country

The path of ideal viewing spots for this month’s highly-anticipated total solar eclipse cuts overwhelmingly through places that voted for President Trump in November.

There are about 240 counties roughly along the central path of the eclipse, a 70-mile-wide trail extending across the country where people will be able to see a total eclipse, meaning the sun will appear completely obscured by the moon.

And about 92 percent of those counties swung in Trump’s favor, while fewer than two dozen counties voted for his opponent, Hillary Clinton.

Trump won many of those counties by a wide margin, securing an average of 71 percent of the vote in counties he won along the path. Clinton, by comparison, got only about 56 percent of the vote in counties she won along the eclipse path.

And of the more than 6.2 million votes cast in those counties for one of those two candidates, 59 percent were for Trump, while 41 percent were for Clinton.

Is the solar eclipse throwing shade at Hillary Clinton supporters? https://t.co/h4aXugEGDA pic.twitter.com/pYMEmsvq1m

— The Boston Globe (@BostonGlobe) August 2, 2017