When I land a consulting project, or a happy customer lets me know how well I did, it is the greatest feeling in the world. But then t here are days when I doubt every idea that comes into my head.
So much of what we are doing in biomass-based research is a form of interviewing pests and invasive species to unlock their secrets.
One must acknowledge the positive contribution chemicals have on our way of life, but we must also be aware of the real potential dangers they present, both to life itself and to the environment.
In the aftermath of last week’s devastating earthquake in Haiti, food companies are coming to the rescue — in more ways than you might expect.
I realize we love glowing gadgets, but just because it’s old doesn’t make it obsolete. And just because it’s new doesn’t make it better.
I don’t need to gauge the desperation in today’s economy or question the moral relativism that presupposes the concept of theft. My concern lies in the trickle-down effect of theft for manufacturers.
Positive thinking — reinforced by our Oprah-like “me power” culture, not to mention novels that suggest you can have everything if you optimize your mental powers to attract it — is delusional.
The Smart Choices program was a great idea. It was intended to create a single and uniform labeling system that would help consumers identify smarter food choices. So why did it blow up in the faces of its creators?
A compelling argument for solar thermal collectors over solar cells is based on the need to go low-tech.
Having a pharmacopeia of drugs in your purse is now perceived as normal, with advertising bombarding us via the radio, TV and more recently, the Net.
Among the things I learnt in 2009: E-mail is slowly suffocating me, I cannot hit a fast-pitch baseball or eat a 5-lb bag of oranges before they turn, and manufacturing’s place in America is not a given.
A colleague of mine wrote a column a while ago titled, “We Landed On The Moon, Big Deal.” There’s no mincing words here; it’s easy enough to tell what his stance on NASA is.
ZZVXW4HSZJ47 I’m not one for wish lists. I prefer to treat the requests like odd ransom demands or Sunday shopping lists. What do I really want for Christmas? Tide, maybe some dish soap or a towel.
Beijing Autos says it doesn’t know anything about the ex-engineer who photocopied thousands of documents and coincidentally took an overseas vacation to shop his merchandise to the highest bidder.