Happy day, yesterday

She sits and laughs and the world slows to join her.

engraved benches ... Delphi

Location: Indiana. Man! This city doesn't have those. We ought to have those. "Solomon Grundy want pants too!"

Progress Smarter

That is my new philosphy, or rather my voiced philosophy. It has been one I have had. Progress, meaning to move forward. I try to gain something every day. I'd like to gain something from every experience, but sometimes I find little gain in some things. Today I had a two-hour interview. It went pretty well, I think. I don't believe in luck, but in fortunate randomness. I still not mention the name of the company for when I tout promise, even to myself, it often goes awry, falters then fails. Either it is related to my mentioning it, my subconscious dooming it, or it isn't in the stars (doubtful).

God willing, I will get a job soon -- better still, a career that challenges and rewards.

I learned quite a bit about a few things, hopefully I'll retain the important and remember the unimportant. I feel that today I can truly progress smarter.

Death's Acre

Well, the book was more of an autobiography, but contained some anecdotes, cases and defined the basis and development of the body farm in Tennessee. In the book, the author, in his seventies now, mentions his third marriage. His first two wives died. He is a heavy smoker and didn't develop too much trouble from the habit, but his first wife developed aggressive cancer. This was worsened by smoke. His second wife died, as then did his faith. I suppose the lesson is, treat others well.

book review

Death's Acre, forensic pathologist Dr. Bass recalls the development of the "body farm". His book is interesting because he points out his errors lead him to excellence. The body farm, a thought in his mind, decades later comes into being. His work in interesting, detailed and he includes history, annecdotes, and humor. I would certainly reccomend this book to those who find forensic study intersting.