Luddites unite

Of course, learning can come in all forms - print, audio, digital...so why does it make me so wistful to see the disappearance of musical instruments and books? Because I'm convinced that there is something we lose when we give up the tactile interaction with the printed page, the pen, the musical instrument. Our brains simply cognate differently - and dare I say, less?

Just saw "Idiocracy" - sure hope this is not foreboding!

The Freshness of Hope

I've always loved working with college students. Because college is all about future. Hope. Potential.
Strolling around Berkeley today was a wonderful revisitation of that nexus of discovery also known as the College Campus. What an awesome season of life.

Takin' it where I can

Gracias Horacio the SFFD member, Badge #755 (I verified) who, on his off-hours, took the time to pull over and ask if he could talk to me. Why? To love-on-me! Tell me how beautiful I am. And ya know what? I lapped it up. All 4'9" of his affirmations. He's not a construction worker right?

cultural therapy

I know some people think he's obnoxious, but when I'm disappointed in someone, the best therapy I have is Jim Carrey. Sigh.

She's speakin' my language

I'm sure Liz Ann had my own graphing approach to life in mind when she created the "economic mood graph"...love-it...

Is it for the kielbasa?

The U.S.' sudden interest in Polish security is the latest illustration of the earlier-cited study about the pscyhology of risk...

That was an obvious reference to the force and ferocity with which Russia rolled into Georgia in recent days, taking the key city of Gori and apparently burning and destroying Georgian military outposts and airfields.

There's a reason we still read this stuff

Risking yet another Olympic rant: in my typical current events/cultural awareness lag, I just learned that the opening ceremonies were effectively simulated for all television viewers via computer-generated imaging (CGI). Yet another example of the insidious "not quite true but enough to satisfy us" infiltration of the psyche playing out there.

Plato lives!

Such prisoners would mistake appearance for reality. They would think the things they see on the wall (the shadows) were real; they would know nothing of the real causes of the shadows.

...or as Paul put it:

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

The Truth, the Truth....someday we will see it in its entirety. Maybe not this side of heaven tho'.