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It was four years, eleven months and three days ago that, unbeknownst to our neighbors (since our homeowners association would have said no), I launched into space my satellite SamanthaBee, whose five-year mission would be the flyby and Instagram photo-slam of the all-but-forgotten planet Honeydew.

I am pleased to announce that today, quietly, without all the fanfare of the Juno mission, SamanthaBee has entered the aurasphere of Honeydew and transmitted the first data ever from this sweet planet, which I am privileged to share with you on this very special day in our nation.

As it turns out, Honeydew is quite similar to the fifth planet in our solar system, Jupiter,  but there are several fascinating differences (see artist’s rendition below).

Cutaway View of Planets Jupiter and HoneydewFirst, spectrophotometers on SamanthaBee have detected a fruity aura around Honeydew, comprised of aromatic compounds that only an organic chemist or Christian Dior janitor would be able to identify.  No such scent emanates from the surface of Jupiter, which some attribute to the powerful odor-fighting protection of Right Guard.™

Both Jupiter and Honeydew have outer rinds.  Scientists speculate that these rinds evolved to conceal the planet’s edible (and delicious) interior from hungry interstellar predators.  This adaptation has enabled the planets to survive for over five billion years, and without costly refrigeration.

Instrument readings by SamanthaBee suggest that the Edible Region of Honeydew serves only eight to ten, whereas that of Jupiter can feed several thousands.  Noted astronomers and Golden Corral salad bar attendants who I consulted for this post found this surprising, because in their experience, they never seem to run out of honeydew.  We will have to wait for a future mission to clear up this mystery.

Every planet — even Earth! — has icky stuff inside that it is ashamed of and wants to hide.  In the case of Honeydew, SamanthaBee has discovered that the planet has a slimy glop of seeds and connective fibers in its interior, which could be the burned-out remnants of primordial supernovae or, as some recently posited, the place where pumpkins go to die.  Jupiter, by contrast, does not have a well-defined locus of shame but just a brownish-gray decayed center that no explorer with any decency should probe very deeply.

Finally, the seismic data I just received from SamanthaBee has confirmed that Honeydew has no pit.  This is another point of difference with Jupiter, whose pit is roughly the size of eleven hundred trillion avocados.  Holy guacamole!

Psychic Gary SpiveyThere are sure to be more jaw-dropping findings as SamanthaBee continues its mission.  After completing its flyby of Honeydew, SamanthaBee will travel onward to the outermost reaches of the Melon System, where it will attempt to make contact with psychic Gary Spivey (press photo at right).  I will keep my readers informed. In the meantime, Happy Birthday, America, from Mission Control.

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At the start of this year, I announced in this blog a personal weight-loss goal of 36 pounds, along with a laundry list of things I intended to do (or not do) in order to achieve it.  I also promised to post a fancy-looking chart along the way, and here it is:

Craig's weight loss chartAs of today, I have lost 25 pounds of my 36-pound goal.  I am more than halfway there and rather pleased about it.  I might mention that I only record my weight if the number is less than the previous entry.  It is always satisfying to see a “new number” on the scale.

I haven’t strictly followed the protocol I set out for myself.  The one-martini-a-week thing lasted a while, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.  I have not been able to exercise as much as I would have liked, because of a couple of procedures and an injury.  But I have done well with not snacking (only because we’re not buying them anymore!) and avoiding starches like sub rolls, baked potatoes and french fries.  We have been eating lots of salads with our dinners and that has made snacking less compelling.

I do miss my wife’s delicious dutch-oven bread (I’m sure she does too, it’s a great recipe) but we can go without for a while.  My key for the rest of the year is to return to exercising and regulate the martinis.  But so far, so good.  I am almost ready to downsize waist-size.

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• If I want to believe something, then it must be the truth.  Or so everyone says.

• On several occasions, I have been inspired to contact the author of a given physics or math paper and offer my thoughts or ask a follow-up question.  I won’t namedrop, as these people are not celebrities in the usual sense, but experts in their field.  (Besides, they would probably deny having heard of me, or from me.)  My point is that each time, without exception, the scientist promptly, cordially and personally answered my layman’s inquiry, which I appreciate.  It is both unfounded and outmoded to view people-of-science as having no personality or patience for social interactions and concerns.  Quite the contrary.

• By the way, one of the little treasures in my file drawer is personal correspondence from the late Martin Gardner, author of the Scientific American column Mathematical Games.  Sadly, Mr. Gardner is no longer in a position to deny having heard of me.

• If I hear Donald Trump complain one more time about people “not being nice” to him, I’m not going to vote for him.  Otherwise — I’m still not going to vote for him.  He’s sick.

• Now circulating on Facebook, a photo of a mossy gravestone bearing an epitaph to a cat named Dewey: “He was only a cat but he was human enough to be a great comfort in hours of loneliness and pain.”  No matter what one thinks of cats (or how one tries to avoid it), this is a touching expression.  But it got me thinking (always a bad sign): why should I not make gravesites for the things that were important in my life?  For example, should I bury my copy of Dee Brown’s Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee?  Should I find a field to plant my vinyl single of Strawberry Fields Forever?  Why should I just recycle the items I once loved, when the human thing to do would be to put them in the ground and put a stone on top that tells the world how much they meant to me?  Not narcissistic, no, not at all.

• I specifically want to point this out: specifically may be an adverb, but there is no such adjective as specifical.  The Lords of Linguistics have bent the rules.  But don’t thank me.  That’s what this blog is for — to investigate items like this, or Benghazi.

• Why is self-deprecation such a surefire way to get people to like you?  Because it tells others that you are not a threat to their superiority.

• Oftentimes on this blog, I use words that The Grammarist thinks I should not use, such as oftentimes.  Even more often, I will leave a train of thought decoupled or disconnected.  While it may appear that I have invited the reader to draw her own conclusions, the reality is that I have run out of steam, leaving the reader to mop things up.  I could cite examples, but I would rather you discover them on your own.

• I find that time passes much more slowly when the television is off.  For people-of-age, this is an important finding.

• When I am dead, it is not going to matter to me how many times you visit my grave or what flowers you place upon it, which is the reason that I will not have one.  People visit graves for their own purposes.  If you choose to do so, make it a good one… for you.

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