Crops for the Insatiable Appetite

In season, pollen grains containing trillions of genetically engineered gametes slip across boundaries into small, private farms where they have their way with local daughter gametes. Far from offering to pay child support, one large agribusiness insists instead upon receiving a stud fee. As hoots go this would be grand, but our judicial system does one better. It holds the issue up to an earlier, wrong decision and considers the required stud fee quite sensible.

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Justice Delivered; Message Lost

Suppose that a particular right is both worthy of judicial support and in need of it. The details of codification take on an importance equal to that of the right itself, because the final draft is responsible to the entire legal system as well as to its own message (e.g. laws governing illicit drugs and parole boards).

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In Search of Lost Memories (Chapter 3): Cradles of Civilization

On arrival in Istanbul (early January 1970), I went to a nearby pension and contacted Cengiz. A day later he and I were in a dolmus (pronounced as dolmoosh), and off to find a place for me near Taxim (Square). Dolma is Turkish for stuffed, and a dolmus was a taxi whose driver had the prerogative of taking on extra passengers who were going in about the same direction: that is to stuff his vehicle. It was not only cheaper but actually much more fun than solo.

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20th Century: The Early Holocausts

During the fighting between Serbia and Bosnia-Herzegovena, later also Kosova, I would hear some explain that there is nothing to be done about it; in that region, they have fought each other for centuries. Actually none of the combatants, none of the innocent victims had hung around for centuries for the contempt of such a remark. Beware those who take comfort in such a license.  Each of us looks back into our community’s past and decides for ourselves what we wish to bring into our lives and what we wish to leave in that past. Continue reading

In Search of Lost Memories (Chapter 2): Rail to Istanbul

On November 20, 1969, I boarded a train heading out of East Berlin toward Istanbul. Beside me was a man from Japan who had days earlier advised me of making this particular connection. Continue reading

Immigration: Law and Border

I know undocumented foreigners and would not affect scorn towards them in place of the affection I feel. Many willingly close their eyes to felt warmth, replacing it with a suppose-to bitterness rather than just doing what has to be done; others close them to each problem that comes hand in hand with this trickle invasion.  Continue reading

A Penny Saved Is a Penny Earned

In an ideal world, employees should be paid according to both the effort they make and the benefit that they bring to the company. It must be difficult for management to set pay standards for the lower ranks, but for themselves it is impossible: their contribution is unique as is their personal interest in the outcome.

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