Philo Farnsworth was the inventor of the TV. I saw his house last week. The most incredible thing about the home was how average it was. It is on an ordinary corner in an ordinary suburban neighborhood in an ordinary midwestern town.
Times have changed. If he were alive today, his third home would be on Seventeen Mile Drive in Pebble Beach.
“As a boy, Farnsworth saw television in the parallel furrows of his father’s potato field. His epiphany: Images could be scanned line by line.” (That’s from a Wired story.)
Moral of the story? Next time you’re viewing a field (or a forest, or a cityscape), look more closely. Your next great idea might be there.
I grabbed the photo from a video by Becky.

These lovely names are the supposed senders of spam that appeared recently in my gmail spam folder.
No comment from me, but I welcome yours.
I thought that this headline represented an unusual choice. I chalk it up to marketing innocence – or ignorance.
What kid in 1965 would be caught dead bringing this lunchbox to school? Maybe it was used by a pilot’s son who had no social awareness.
This baby was from World War II, Japan.
So I went on a business trip last week. My itinerary included three airports. The Fort Wayne airport had a museum devoted to airplanes and flying. It was small, but I enjoyed my visit.
“I think we both were wrong. And we both were right.”
Rachel went to the new
I had to share these two products from the Sunday newspaper’s coupons section…