tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post3680443352247057477..comments2008-06-02T18:14:38.851-05:00Jeff Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732306951663286466noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-15166523135540684222008-06-02T18:14:00.000-05:002008-06-02T18:14:00.000-05:00How could I fail to comment on the subject of Iranian winemakers? My old friend, Omar Khayyam, a Persian of some consequence 10 Centuries ago, had a number of appropriate comments on the subject of Persian wine. From The Rubaiyat (translation by FitzGerald):<BR/><BR/>A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, <BR/>A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou <BR/> Beside me singing in the Wilderness- <BR/>Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!The South Plainsmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073652975723189745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-84900468410357885392008-06-02T18:08:00.000-05:002008-06-02T18:08:00.000-05:00The ladies, of course, were very effective with their bra-burning 30 and 40 years ago. They not only lead the Internet, but in college degrees and a lot of stuff like that. In Texas, there are more women in law schools than men. And to think, 44 years ago when I graduated from UT Law there was not a single female in the school( or married one either). Maybe the guys should start burning their jock straps.<BR/><BR/>As for cubicles, that story reminds me of a time back in 1978 when a friend of mine and I were in the DC area to deal with the Bureau of Land Management. We went to a large 6 or 8 story building in Silver Springs that must have covered an entire block. Upon entering, we took an elevator to the required floor. When the door opened, it opened into a room that ran the entire length and width of the building. There were hundreds of desks lined up neatly in rows. No cubicles. None.<BR/><BR/>The desks were mostly occupied (some were vacant...break time, I suppose)by women...not a man in the place except the two of us. As we talked to the two ladies who appeared to be in charged, I noticed that at least two thirds of the women were either doing their nails, putting on lipstick, or messing with their hair. The rest were visiting across the desks. Darnedest thing I ever saw. There were hundreds of them, all accomplishing exactly nothing. Our government at work. Cubicles would not have helped.<BR/><BR/>The Kindle may be the forerunner of what we will have in the future. As Ross point out, electronic access makes it a lot more efficient. I wonder what has happened to the Google project to put entire libraries online.The South Plainsmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073652975723189745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-34246491201737797462008-06-02T10:56:00.000-05:002008-06-02T10:56:00.000-05:00A word for electronic books, from a book lover: What if you could lug a backpack full of books in a box weighing less than 2 pounds? Read at night without a light (backlit screen)? Search text for that thing you remember but not quite in full?<BR/><BR/>As for cubicles, Google "cubical humor" and you'll find a subculture. One sample: http://www.cubiclecoffee.com/diversions/humor.htmRosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12381804253908392362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1694373431905654812.post-88061548068208795662008-06-02T10:55:00.000-05:002008-06-02T10:55:00.000-05:00I reject the use of "horsey" to describe bad wine! Our horses love it:<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.jeffness.net/horse-wine.jpg" REL="nofollow">Horse drinking wine.</A>Jeff Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13732306951663286466noreply@blogger.com