While riding the local from Mesa to Tempe, I finished the Adam Smith selection, read the Communist Manefesto and Ibsen’s Master Builder, and have started Schroedinger’s What Is Life?. The latter is put in context here. I found that article while sitting in a waiting room and wondering if Schroedinger’s guess about the number or atoms per gene still held up. (It does for his purposes, although obviously in 1944 his understanding was lacking.) Meanwhile, I’m writing this post on my smart phone on the bus, which is not even really noteworthy. We live in a cool world.