NEW BOOK (feb. 4, 2014)
How Do You Get a Whale in Vermont?
How do you get a whale buried ten feet beneath a farm field in Vermont, two hundred miles and two mountain ranges from the nearest ocean?
This is the definitive account of the fossil whale that caught the imagination of an entire state and became the Official State Fossil of Vermont.
March 6 - Jeff Howe radio interview on Vermont Public Radio
Feb. 12 - Jeff Howe interview in Seven
Days - Vermont's Independent Voice
Jan 22 - Cheating the Polar Vortex (science)
Jan 14 - What Does a Cut Soul Bleed? (Blog)
Dec 24 - Bread Man of Christmas Eve (Stories)
Dec 12 - Tiny Bags... With Attitude (science)
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What I Believe
I am a 60-something, expatriate Michigan-American, living in exile amongst the Amish of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania... the son of first generation Baltimore Catholics and short-legged, intemperate Scots. Somewhere along the line I missed the memo that said that, along with everything else that you do in life, you need to earn a living… I blame middle management.
I am older than I look but younger than I feel. I believe that God is physics and that the Universe is a cheap, buck-fifty melon. Time is laid out on a Mobius strip than passes through an infinitely small pink sphincter at its mid-point… and that point is the Big Bang. The Big Bang is simply a metaphor for everything that we don’t under-stand. Art and science are two sides to the same coin, chlorophyll is the most magical substance on the planet, diamonds are aliens, water is the soup of life and quartz is the soup of the Earth. Life in the Universe is like pollen on the wind.
I am liberal but not stupid; I am anti-Repub- lican but not Democrat. I am pro-reason and anti-nitwit. I believe that life begins when you let it.
As a baby boomer, I suggest to all of my fellow boomers that we step back and get the hell out of the way. The world belongs to the kids now, it’s their gig, they’ll do just fine.
I have a force field around me that causes street lights to go out as I pass beneath them. No, really, I do… it’s been that way all my life.
You too? We should talk…