Non-Grumpy

I hope that no one takes umbrage, but I have shut off comments on this.  Look, this is my diary, I write things here for my benefit.  If someone finds it interesting, all the better, but what I write here isn't really there for you, I really don't want your opinion. 

Everything here is public access, you can take it or leave it, both literally and figuratively.  If you want to steal and reuse anything, please, feel free.  I have a feeling that there isn't anything resembling a Nobel prize anywhere in this blog.   But I don't track pageviews to tailor my thoughts in order to attract viewers, and I don't want virtual pen pals to pass the day.

The big deal this weekend was researching the locales for my "office hours".  Traditionally, this has been over on Hawthorne at the Barleymill.  Good cider, good food, but kinda boomer expensive.  I usually can't get out of there for less than 25 bucks.  But they play the Grateful Dead and the atmosphere is pretty relaxed.  An alternate location would be to walk over to the Legion Hall here in Milwaukietown.  It is a four thousand step round trip vs the nine thousand for the Barleymill.  But the beers are three bucks and they have jalapeno poppers for a buck-fifty.

This is a difficult decision for me, perhaps I should have my office hours in both places.

On a different note, I will be going back to school on the Oregon Geezer plan.  In this bastion of right thinking liberality, the Universities allow >65 geezers to audit classes for free.  Now, this is a nice thought.  I would prefer that they would allow you to work toward a degree, but at my age, all this would be is dick-matching and personal arrogance.  I really don't need all that, but since I got bounced out of my last Ph.D. program with everything done but the dissertation, I mostly wanted to see if I looked good in stripes and a beret (other than of course, the slightly different variation of stripes and a beret that was my Army uniform).

So, Population Ecology it is for the winter quarter.