Archive for September, 2015

DESIGN FLAW

September 21, 2015

I reached across the canoe to the opposite gunwale, ready to hoist, flip it upside down and put it on my head.  Suddenly, I felt a sharp, quick, not-real-painful-but-you-know-it’s-going-to-bleed-like-stink sensation, as my finger encountered a razor sharp aluminum strip.  With a big OW, I managed to get the canoe up and started walking from Meadows Lake to Agnes, a 160 rod, (1/2 mile) portage on rocky trail, annoyed at the pain, the blood, and wondering what happened.  I forgot at least two other times later, had several fingers bandaged at the end of the trip, when I told the outfitter that the strip was a design error and needed to be fixed.  These things happen; if nobody speaks up, they continue to happen, and others get hurt.

Volkswagen, in Wolfsburg, Germany, north of the Deutsche Bahn tracks, got in serious trouble on my side of the Atlantic. It began when their cars’ emissions were a lot worse than the lab tests showed.  A small clean air group here, led by an individual, ironically named John German, asked to have tests done in the US, where we have the world’s strictest emission standards.  A car was driven from San Diego to Seattle, and the emissions were 30-40 times higher than the standards set by the Clean Air Act.  German, who believed that diesel was a clean fuel, was stunned. VW put a software patch on the cars, and they passed our emission tests, but open road tests still showed discrepancies. Only then, did VW admit they designed the software patch to turn on emission controls during testing but turn them off afterwards.  How can somebody work for a company when they know they are deliberately falsifying emissions data?  Money.  VW only polluted air.  GM killed people.

For that same week, GM got hit with big fines— only fines, no jail time—for a faulty ignition switch which shut off the engine and critical systems, like air bags, killing 124 and injuring nearly 1000 others.  One death was not counted by GM, because the airbag in the back seat worked, although the young woman still died as a result of the crash caused by the faulty switch. A root cause analysis leads straight back to the ignition switch, which was known in 2002 not to produce enough torque. GM had held meetings about this problem since 2005, and the investigation has continued since then, hindered by GM’s hiding key papers, making it difficult to find out which accidents were due to cars’ having a faulty switch.  Yes, hiding papers.  For that, 15 people lost their jobs (not lives) and 5 others were disciplined.  At the Senate hearing, the CEO, who had worked at GM for 33 years, claimed not to know anything about a defective switch.  As my late father would have said, “She was either stupid or lying.”  GM knew they had a faulty device, and they took the chance that a recall of the cars would be more expensive than having to pay lawsuits, $575 million now in a contingency fund, run by Kenneth Feinberg (the man who doled out 9/11 compensation), fix twenty-nine million recalled cars, and pay a $900 million fine.

By the way, had it not been for a Georgia plaintiff attorney, we might never have known about this problem.  Not only do we appear to have a Congressional culture against regulation, we need better regulators in those instances where there is supposed to be regulation.

Congress makes laws, like the Clean Air Act, back in the days when Congress did the people’s business, and Republican presidents signed environmental laws. Congress has failed since 2003 to compensate illnesses among the 70,000 who cleaned up the wreckage at the Twin Towers.  We know the air they breathed was toxic (1000 tons of asbestos, 200,000 pounds of jet fuel, mercury from computers to name three), yet the people involved were told the air was safe.  We don’t know how many of the 874 who have died did so from the cleanup; many others have chronic illnesses. My God, is the country so desperate for money that we can’t cover medical costs for these people?  Why, because somebody might cheat? These people cleaned up hallowed ground. We call poor people who get something for nothing cheaters (the few that cheat on Food Stamps, half that of Medicare); we call businesses that get something for nothing “blue chip.”

Systems are complex and imperfect.  Sometimes, products don’t work the way they are designed to, like metal strips on a canoe, and need to be fixed.  Product recalls are annoying when one sits in an auto showroom waiting for a vehicle to be fixed.  But when the product is known to be defective, put on the market anyway, and a financial choice is made as to whether this should be recalled or deal with the consequences, I become irate.  I’m uncertain what the cost of a life is, although Mr. Feinberg might know.

That brings me sadly back to Congress.  The same people who swear on their Saint Ayn Rand don’t get it.  I’ve read her books, which presuppose a perfect world, where businessmen don’t cheat, do insider training, accept the wrong ignition switch, deliberately program software to do the wrong thing, or have poorly designed gas tanks.  These “self made” people didn’t make it just because they worked hard; no, they made it because of genetics and an infrastructure and educational system paid for by others, connections, and sometimes dumb luck.  The notion that hard work succeeds, and failure is just the absence of hard work, is wrong.  Go to the Olympic Trials sometime, and look at the athletes that didn’t quite make the Team.  They worked just as hard, maybe harder, were very skilled, but not third best, only fourth.

What is this hard work?  Some is truly genius and a lifelong devotion.  No question.  Some were deliberately creating financial instruments people didn’t understand, like CDOs with NINJA mortgages (No Income No Job Applicant), and market them as AAA securities.  This isn’t capitalism.  It’s cheating.  Ayn Rand knew a lot about cheating, too, although few publicize her biography.

We have certain realities in this country: any of us is a virus, an aneurysm, a mutation, a blood clot, a head-on away from a disaster that isn’t our fault.  Does America have compassion or is it survival of the fittest?.

As I write this, I am going into the wilderness, created by law in 1964 to protect land and allow man to visit it but not live there.  This country was almost dammed 80 years ago and had aircraft flyovers restricted 65 years ago to preserve solitude. Now, the current risk is sulfide mining, one of the most polluting industries there is.  Yes, we need to mine, but there are places where mining is too risky to consider, bad consequences irreparable. The EPA was only the proximate cause of the pollution in the San Juan River, and hydroplaning and crashing was the proximate cause of the women’s deaths.  The bankrupt company that abandoned the mine without cleaning it up was the root cause, without which nothing would have happened, just as the faulty ignition switch stage was the root cause for the women’s deaths.

“I HAD THE BEST OF IT”

September 15, 2015

We woke at 1 a.m., perhaps because it was so quiet on Horse Lake in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA).  When we unzipped the tent and crawled outside on the dewy grass, we saw Orion’s stunning reflection on the water.  I looked overhead, the only time in my life seeing all 7 of the Pleiades visible to the unaided eye.  Oh my, there was absolutely no sound.  Wilderness, dark skies, and quiet:  My outdoor triad.  We had the best of it.

Yeah, we had the best of it one night on the North Tonto Platform down in the Grand Canyon, west of Clear Creek, where we had left the prior afternoon, so we could get part way back to Phantom Ranch rather than doing the whole hike the following day.  We dry camped, maybe where nobody had camped before.  We saw dark skies and heard nothing, not even the Colorado.  We whispered.  The Canyon is noisier today, and I don’t know whether that experience is possible, along with our hearing the echo of a raven’s wings off the Redwall, in a deep southern curve called The Abyss, back in ’86, unforgettable.

We had the best of it just last year in the BWCA, awakening to the sound of wolves not far from our campsite.  We got up, went out and saw an aurora, not just that night but the next, too.  Beavers felled trees in a swamp nearby, not knowing or caring about us as they swam by with leafy branches in their mouths.  A moose walked through the swamp, an hour after the thought had occurred to me the only thing we had missed was a moose.

Beaver swimming back to lodge, BWCA, 2014. Basswood Lake

Beaver swimming back to lodge, BWCA, 2014. Basswood Lake

Moose in swamp, Basswood Lake, 2014.

Moose in swamp, Basswood Lake, 2014.

Oh, the best of it could have been a number of places, one of which was from a small site on Lake Insula, where we saw the Harvest Moon’s rising over the trees at the far east end, trees now burned, but some day, not in my lifetime, will grow back.  We had the best of Insula.  I spent 40 nights there.  Camped twice for 5 nights each on one site and didn’t see a soul. That’s wilderness.  We had sunny days; we had sleet and snow.  We knew the whole lake.

Lake Insula sunset, 2009.

Lake Insula sunset, 2009.

Author standing on

Author standing on “The Rock,” Lake Insula, 2005

Author in tent, 2007, Lake Insula trip where we evaluated all 47 campsites. Snow and cold weather made the job interesting.

Author in tent, 2007, Lake Insula trip where we evaluated all 47 campsites. Snow and cold weather made the job interesting.

We had the best of it the day we hiked the upper Aichilik in Alaska, under heavy packs, where lunch was a sit down affair with Caribou walking right by us, and afternoon was walking below Dall Sheep, who weren’t the least bothered by us.  Doesn’t get much better.

Dall Sheep, upper Aichilik River drainage.

Dall Sheep, upper Aichilik River drainage.

Caribou, upper Aichilik River, Alaska ANWR, 2009. No telephoto.

Caribou, upper Aichilik River, Alaska ANWR, 2009. No telephoto.

We had the best of it in the Gunflint when we finished the 15th portage of the day, and I took the canoe off my head, tired but knowing we had finished the Frost River.  What a great decision to camp early the day before and start the river in the morning.  Saw a moose, too. That day some people asked what lake they were on and the weather forecast.  I told them Cherokee Lake and that it would rain the next day.  Mind you, I hadn’t heard a weather forecast in a week.  New south winds up north, however, mean rain.  Poured the next day, planned day of rest.  Great trip.

I had the best of Crooked Lake the day I soloed in from Mudro Lake.  I had an otter surface next to the canoe and hiss at me, as the south wind pushed me north. I crossed a rough stretch, later watching the Sun set, knowing my tired arms could take me the last mile of 20 to a campsite on the border.  I was awakened the next morning by wolves.  I got up, but it was too dark to see them.  I did see clouds moving up through Orion’s belt.  South wind. I broke camp and launched, and it poured all the way to Fourtown Lake. Didn’t see anybody the whole trip.

It’d be 14 more years before I actually saw a wolf— on Isle Royale— 10 trail miles from the nearest person. Told that to a friend, and he wrote back, “God Damn!  That’s what it’s all about.”  Never heard him swear before or since.  But he nailed it.  So did I.  He has had the best of it, too, in a different style.

Or ’92 in Canada’s Quetico, on Kawnipi Lake, alone, a quiet late spring night, after a hard push through snow and wind up Agnes.  The work involved in canoe travel matters as much as the destination.  Kawnipi is special, difficult to reach, and I went there six times, the last time solo, at 56. Wow, am I blessed.  I go to Kawnipi in my mind sometimes.  I had the best of it.

Last time on Kawnipi, May 2005. Or do I try one more time?

Last time on Kawnipi, May 2005. Or do I try one more time?

I had the best of Alice Lake, mid-October 23 years ago, 6 days without seeing anybody, alone in perhaps 200 square miles, with a morning blizzard and a headwind.  Crazy?  No, it was one of the most memorable days I’ve canoed, and I’ve been lucky to have camped five hundred nights Up North.  Last night out, I fell asleep to rain and then heard it stop, knowing I would wake up to a white landscape.

I’ve been alone at the top of Texas, on Guadalupe Peak, calm, despite gale predictions, looking down on the salt flats and watching the low sun cast the shadow of the mountain miles to the east.  I made it down that evening just as it got dark. Great hike.

Guadalupe Peak, Texas, summit, December 2005.

Guadalupe Peak, Texas, summit, December 2005.

Same in Wind Cave National Park, in South Dakota, on a hike out somewhere where you could see forever except for a few copses of trees, and an elk herd galloped right in front of me, a drop your jaw and stare moment.

Wind Cave, NP, South Dakota, 2007.

Wind Cave, NP, South Dakota, 2007.

I had the best of it on a cold February evening in the viewing blind at Rowe Sanctuary, alone, when a flock of ten thousand Sandhill Cranes displaced a large flock of Snow Geese.  There were birds coming right at me, birds everywhere.  On my video I say, “I have never seen anything like this in my whole life.”

Rowe Sanctuary, Nebraska, Crane Migration, 2012. These are not uncommon sights.

Rowe Sanctuary, Nebraska, Crane Migration, 2012. These are not uncommon sights.

It could have been the best along the Lady Evelyn River in Temagami, up in Canada, fifty-one years ago, when we camped by a long set of rapids on one of the most difficult canoe trips I ever did.  It was marvelous country to see, in my sixteenth year.

Or splashing down the Tim River, pack on my back and canoe on my head, because one of the campers was unable to carry the pack, and as head man, I had to do it.  I still remember on the Bulletin Board at Camp Pathfinder, where they listed trips, the words, “Mike Smith in charge.”  I was eighteen.

Oh, the best close to home might have been back in ’89, hiking up to 9000 feet in rain/snow mix, camping on Baldy Saddle in the Santa Ritas.  Snowed that night, but I was warm, listening to snow gradually accumulate and slide down the tent.

We had the best of the grasslands of Sonoita, before it got crowded, when we slept out under the stars, watched the Milky Way rise, and shortly thereafter the waning gibbous Moon.  A decade ago, I hiked up the Santa Catalinas from my then house, walking three miles to the trailhead and climbing 4000 feet, so I could fulfill a dream I had to spend one night—just one—sleeping up there.  Nearly a million people were below me, but I didn’t hear a sound.  I had the best of the Catalinas that night.

A letter in High Country News prompted these musings.  A prior issue was devoted to the overcrowding, cycling in the wilderness, and the loss of wild country, through privatization and destruction.  The writer, 63, if I remember correctly, wrote simply:  “I had the best of it.”  He did.  And so have I.

It’s still possible to have the best of it, but far more difficult because of more people, less wild country, many years behind me and few ahead.

My hearing is fading, my strength less, but I still hear the call of wild country.  I’ll answer as long as I can.

Young Moose, Isle Royale, May 2006. Too close.

Young Moose, Isle Royale, May 2006. Too close.

The Big Lake, Superior, from Isle Royale. May 2006: 9 Moose, 1 wolf, 1 fox.

The Big Lake, Superior, from Isle Royale. May 2006: 9 Moose, 1 wolf, 1 fox.

NEEDLESS, PREVENTABLE DEATHS

September 3, 2015

“I don’t think it’s about more gun control.  I grew up in the South with guns everywhere and we never shot anyone.  This (shooting) is about people who aren’t taught the value of life.” (Samuel L. Jackson).

I’m not Mr. Jackson, a famous actor.  I’m Mike Smith, a nobody, but I have training in analysis of data Mr. Jackson doesn’t have.  Words like his get read by millions.  My words will be read by a couple of dozen.  Maybe.  But mine are worth more.  Here’s why: Mr. Jackson talks of a time that never existed.  I know, because I am 16 days older than he (fact 1), and we grew up when 7 people per 100,000 died from firearms (fact 2).  Back then, the population was 150 million, not well over 300 million today (fact 3), so there were fewer than half the deaths.  We didn’t have 24 hour a day rehashing of many deaths due to firearms, either.  There were no social media to post information, making it sound some days like we are in a free fire zone.  Teaching “the value of life” is a platitude.  It sounds good; it doesn’t give details exactly what is supposed to happen. Lot of good churchgoing young boys raped girls and did bad things where I grew up, Mr. Jackson. Let’s leave anecdotes and go to a few more facts.  I like facts.

Deaths from firearms per 100,000 peaked in the 1970s and 1980s (fact 4), and have declined significantly since 1993 to a number not much different from the 1950s (fact 5).  Back in the 1950s, there were 3 TV channels.  The news was on at 6 and 10; there was no other TV news.  There was no Internet; we heard about major events on the radio, TV, or newspaper.  Gun violence, incest, priest pedophilia, unwanted pregnancies were hushed up, lynchings were common, people died at more than twice the rate they do now in motor vehicle accidents, children died from acute lymphoblastic leukemia, rather than being cured, poliomyelitis and other infectious diseases were a scourge.

To the anti-gun crowd, gun violence deaths are not increasing per 100,000 people.  Fact.

To the pro-gun crowd, gun violence is a problem.  Fact.

It is a major public health issue, and it was politicized enough to hold up the Surgeon General’s nomination, because he agreed.  When I looked up information about gun deaths, I saw one link that said that “knifes” (sic) cause more deaths than rifles.  Note the misspelling of the first word and the use of the second, rifles.   Yes, for a few years knives killed a few more than rifles.  However, handguns cause 20 times more deaths than both knives and rifles combined. (Fact 6).  Handguns have a bad connotation, which is why we have the National Rifle Association, not the National Handgun Association.

Comment on knives:  Against a knife attack, I have a decent chance to escape without death and maybe without injury.  Knife attackers have to TOUCH their victim, significant.  With firearms, one may inflict death from hundreds of yards, never touching the individual. One might be talked out of using a knife, whereas with a handgun, it is a quick twitch and cessation of existence for the other person.

Shootings with assault weapons get the public’s attention.  Less attention was given that in the last two days, three people in Eugene died from handguns, two murders, one suicide, associated with a murder.  You won’t read about this in upstate New York, but the people are just as dead.  The murder-suicide was over a woman, who at least wasn’t killed herself, although three women die daily due to violence from men they know.

Background checks aren’t perfect.  So?  Neither are seat belts.  That doesn’t mean we don’t wear them.  They improve the probability that if we are in an accident, we will survive.  One less gun where it doesn’t belong and saves one life would seem to me to be worth it.  We need liability insurance to drive a car.  We ought to have it when we own a gun.

Fact 5 is that the death rate from firearms has fallen compared to two decades ago.  Indeed, crime has fallen in every major category (there are 9), not just per 100,000, but ABSOLUTE numbers, in the last two decades.  (fact 7) Here is the link: http://www.disastercenter.com/crime/uscrime.htm In other words, we are safer.  That doesn’t mean people aren’t dying or being robbed; they are.  We need to do better.  But, we are safer than we have been in our history. Yet people still buy guns, believing in a myth that we aren’t safe.

Suicides, however, are a major problem.  Sixty per cent of firearm deaths in the US are suicides, the highest percentage ever (Fact 8).  Why can’t we do research into this issue to try to prevent nearly 20,000 of them annually?  http://www.hsph.harvard.edu/news/magazine/guns-and-suicide/   Depression is treatable.  We can’t cure everybody, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.  Keeping guns out of the hands of those prone to depression is difficult, but rather than use it as an excuse that “they aren’t murders,” we ought to try to address the problem of controlling guns in the hands of seriously depressed people.  Easy? No, but let’s stop saying “fix mental health” and actually deal with it as a country.

A friend commented 390 children drown each year, and the 60 to 100 children who die accidentally shot by another child is a smaller number.  Actually, the number is at least 1100, (fact 9) and the fatality rate in hospitals has fallen from 0.5 per 100,000 to 0.3, a statistically significant drop. (fact 10). It’s easy to look at a link that says something you want to hear, but it is a lot more work to delve into the link to see what it says.  More than a thousand children under 14 die each year in automobile accidents. Should we therefore ignore drownings? Why do we tolerate this carnage?  Drownings are completely preventable and safety mechanisms must be enhanced, not “Be careful”.  TV ads help, but we need a system that makes it impossible for a young child to drown.  Why are guns available for children to accidentally shoot their parents?   One death a year is too many.  We require special car seats for infants and toddlers, and they decreased deaths by 71% and 54% respectively.  Perfect? No, but the 8-14 age group death number fell 50% in the last decade.   What about firearm deaths? Between 2006-2012 the number fell 20%.  Why not 50%….or 100%? Children’s curiosity about guns outweighs their parents telling them “don’t touch them.”   Yeah, it was a convenience sample, but it’s worth reading. http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/11389238

To those who misuse statistics to prove everything they can to that gun violence isn’t bad, I say loudly, ANY unnecessary death is a loss to society.  Suicides are a special case of gun violence.  Can’t both sides agree that maybe this is one area we look at controlling access to firearms? Depressed people with firearms present at home are at high risk for death.  Difficult to control guns here?  Yes.  I thought America was good at dealing with difficult problems.  It used to be.  Want a dollar cost?  For children alone it is $8.4 billion in medical costs from firearms.  I am ignoring the “loss of enjoyment of life” and lost wages, which would increase that number 13-fold, I am told, but I can’t put a dollar cost on it.

Enough is enough.  Children shouldn’t drown, they shouldn’t die in MVAs, they shouldn’t die from leukemia, they shouldn’t die from child abuse, and they and depressed people shouldn’t die from guns.  We have made great progress in all of those areas but only modest progress on guns.  I don’t accept that. Mr. Obama has not taken one gun from one law abiding citizen.  Murder rates are down; let’s keep working to understand why and make them fall further.

To paraphrase Jimmy Carter, I’d like the last child to die from gun violence before I die.

IN THE SHADOW OF AUTZEN

September 2, 2015

I left The Science Factory the other day, a local children’s museum, where 2 days a week in summer I volunteer, giving two shows at the planetarium.  There isn’t much I have to do: start the projector, play two shows for a total of 10-30 people, and shut down the projector.  One show is about summer stars and constellations, the other changes every week.  This week, it was “Two small pieces of glass,” about the first telescope.

As I walked home, I realized that The Science Factory is almost literally in the shadow of Autzen Stadium, where the University of Oregon (UO) plays football.  The Science Factory does some neat things for children.  It has a large indoor playroom, where kids can make things, play with light, optics, a mini-recycler, learn about gravity, optical illusions, ham radio and orbits.  There are summer camps for young and teens, learning about technology and outdoor nature activities, too. It costs $4 to get in, a little more for a planetarium show, a little less if one is a member.  I’ve shown people sunspots outside, plan to build an analemmatic sundial, where one stands on the date and the shadow reads the time.  I like to think I help free up the planetarium director to do other business.  A few months ago, I spoke to 30 about the upcoming 2017 total solar eclipse visible in Oregon.  The staff is small, but many community volunteers help, all of whom believe that introducing children to science is a good idea.  It helps their brains.

Contrast that to introducing children to football, which may in extremely rare instances lead to a lucrative career, and most definitely harms their brains.  It harms them enough that the game, in my opinion as a neurologist, must change. “Stingers” are a nice way to minimize what I think are significant nerve trauma and concussion is the first step on the pathway to dementia.  ACL injuries are a way to say a knee is buggered up, when one is not even 21.

Oregon’s head football coach makes $3.5 million; ten assistant coaches make between $250,000 and $400,000.  They also have 4 graduate assistant coaches, two interns, and “Football Supoort (sic) Staff; Academic Coordinator for Football.”  I thought it ironic that the academic coordinator had a spelling error on the Web page.

I compared those numbers to UO senior administrators: the President makes $440,000, slightly more than a top assistant football coach.  There are 10 other senior staff, although one is Director of, you guessed it, Intercollegiate Athletics. In other words, if we pay what the market commands, since “the market” defines pay in this country, the head football coach is worth eight times that of the President.  Given the recent turnover in the latter, perhaps that is not wrong.

That’s what the market commands.  To paraphrase Dickens’ Mr. Bumble: “If the market supposes that, then the market is an ass.”

For a pittance of the salary for one of the assistant coaches, The Science Factory could obtain a really high quality projector for the planetarium, enlarge its space, and have a top notch technology center, something that might change a lot of young people’s lives.  Some might track near-Earth asteroids or help deal with space junk, increase our albedo or reflectivity to decrease warming, or understand our place in the universe better.  Oh, but high quality facilities don’t lead to children’s becoming better scientists.  Right.  So why do we have high quality facilities for athletics?

Back to football, tickets start at $44 for the cupcake games, triple that for the important ones.  Every game is a major event, and living close to the stadium, my Internet slows on game days.  On game days in Eugene and Corvallis, one needs a super reason to use I-5 in northern Oregon.

Football matters.  Walk into Track Town Pizza, there are pictures of Pre and other track stars from past Pre-Classics; over the Coors beer sign, a clock counts down down from season’s end to opening day kickoff.  Really.  Last countdown clock I saw was for 20 January 2009. I have read dozens of obituaries how somebody was “a big Duck fan.”  I cheer for the home team, and I enjoy sports a great deal, but I’ve written my obituary, and it doesn’t mention what teams I rooted for.

Football matters in America. While only a game, so is roulette, and big money, which is toxic, is involved in both. If one disagrees, I offer big money politics here and abroad as an example. The concept of student-athletes is reasonable in many sports but not college football.  The players should be compensated for what they are do, especially given the damage they incur upon their bodies.  It’s time to end the charade that they are students, at least the majority of them. I consider the staff salaries outrageous, literally on the backs, knees, and brains of 20 year-olds. But the market commands it.

I understand that “glory sports” subsidize athletics, but all very high income earners need a tax, at least 80% on salary over $2 million and 40% over a million.  A coach making $3 million now would be reduced to a paltry $1.8 million under my program. The extra money can go to interest-free loans to students.  That would be adding value to society. I mean value.  Like Steve Jobs or Bill Gates value.  Or FEMA, the Red Cross, National Weather Service, Public Health Service, NIH, CDC, FAA, NTSB. National Interagency Fire Center, FAA, you catch my drift.  Well, sports actually do provide value. They are a great escape from reality. I’d rather watch a dull baseball game on TV than turn on the news and hear about what humanity has done lately to the world or each other.  Sad it should cost so much.

How much? The University had a 7 cases of meningococcal meningitis, a significant cluster, and in the four months after they began vaccination, fewer than half the students were vaccinated.  I pointed out in a letter published in the paper that the school paid $27 million for a consulting group and branding, to bring a center of excellence, yet couldn’t develop a simple vaccination protocol that would have ensured all students at risk quickly got their first of three shots.  That would have been excellence. And branding.

The Science Factory has one big advantage being in the shadow of Autzen.  It has room for tailgaters on its property, and the organization gets a significant portion of their income from it.  The money won’t buy a new planetarium projector, but trickle down economics never really worked either.  Wish Mythbusters had attacked that trickle down economics along with “voter fraud.”

I’ll donate time and money to The Science Factory.  Both are well used, better than those donors, $900,000 of their donations was to buy out the last president’s contract; he had a major campus rape scandal on his watch.

Overshadowed by being national runner up in football.