Watching the Democrat's debate last night and then sleeping on it, I've come to this conclusion: the 2020 election is for "the soul of America". Those words and that thought was articulated by Joe Biden, the presumptive nominee, in his closing remarks. He said, "Character is on the ballet. We have to restore America's soul." … Continue reading The soul of America
A recent study by researchers at Northwestern University (NWUS) demonstrates how data and words are manipulated to misrepresent reality (what is true) to fit a preconceived notion and agenda. That agenda serves a political and social prejudice (feminist, progressive, postmodern liberalism). This is also known as confirmation bias. Unfortunately, today, this is a common practice … Continue reading Words are manipulated to misrepresent reality
Baseball, more so than any other team game, is a skills game that relies on the skills of individuals apart from one's teammates, and yet is at the mercy of luck and contagion - which makes it impossible to predict (more so than other team games) which team will win. You place your bet and … Continue reading Baseball: impossible to predict, always to love.
Inspiration The first formation of this thought, for me, was when I went back to college in the summer of 1994. I was forty-three (43) at the time and returning to "higher education" was a scary thought that turned into action. It (writing is thinking) was an assignment by my E102 (English, the research paper) … Continue reading Writing is thinking, part II
Our culture and technology (derived from our brain power) and by working cooperatively, now allows a healthy person, if they desire, to live alone, or solo. There are advantages and disadvantages. Assuming the good health prerequisite, there are other considerations concerning location, work, shelter, food, housekeeping, and social contact. How to do it Ideally (A basic … Continue reading Living solo, part II
The author, Mark Edward Jabbour, age nineteen, crossing East Maroon Creek, fifty years ago today. It was August of 1969 and I was camped on the east fork, across the water from the paved road, via my 1946 Willy's Jeep. I was spear fishing wild trout. It was summer break between my freshman and sophomore … Continue reading Set yourself free