This may be a temporary post. I had meant to release a ~5 minute episode of the podcast Tuesday, 10/01/19, and every two weeks thereafter. Problems rose with the first episode, so that it may ultimately be discarded, but I figured to share it here as long as it’s available. Continue reading Podcast – First episode
A month off-track brought me back
to what I want to do in life, and why.
Is the Balkanization of public thought inevitable? Can anything be done about it?
“Who built this country?” One black guy asked another black guy this question. Only black people ask it, and they only ask it of other black people. They normally won’t ask it if any white people are around. The shelter population is 75% black; otherwise I’m pretty sure he’d not have asked it.
Sooner or later, something like this will happen.
If someone were to call “The William Tell Show” proposing that the Sandy Hook shootings were a hoax perpetrated by the Obama administration as a pretext for seizing all Americans’ guns, and that Gene Rosen and the others were all “crisis actors;” I would be strongly tempted to dismiss the caller quickly and perhaps even hold up his or her beliefs to ridicule.
That would be exactly the wrong response.
Continue reading Conspiracy theorists: America’s lost sheep?
No comment. Read the story.
This is a good thing. Many young men are eager to step up to the plate and, in these circumstances, overcome the disadvantages of their own background.
Give ’em a chance.
We mammals aren’t reptiles.
I’ve never heard of this woman before. She and I appear to be on the same wavelength.
If only that were more than a pun!
A follower has advised that the link seems to point to an interview with Michelle Kwan.
The restrictions on videos on web pages here at the library are such I normally ignore them, and count on people just reading the text. For the video interview with Delilah one wants to click on this image:
One gets the impression from Matt Bai’s article that closed-mindedness is something new.
I think first of a quotation from Jeff Snyder, from 1993:
A week ago today I had a highly successful interview at a dollar store. There may be one obstacle that, if it’s there, cannot be overcome; but if it’s not there, I’ll have to take a drug test and go for a second interview at which the actual job offer will be made. In the days since, there have been some communications glitches. Meanwhile, time goes on.
This morning in my last five minutes at Lenny’s, I prayed about this, reflecting on (1) my disappointment to have had no word so far and (2) the path by which I got here.
I just completed a two-month “job readiness” program … not as if I needed any program to make me “ready” for a job, but this one is unique in that while one is taking classes, they have scouts hunting down specific job opportunities that well match each candidate. That is the big factor I see missing for most people in the big picture.
Was the class a waste of time? Continue reading Job search status: Pep talk
The pigeons. Years ago, when I had an office job downtown, I’d wait for the bus every afternoon on the south side of Baltimore Street one or two blocks east of Charles. Often, someone tossed down several handfuls of torn-up bread for the birds to eat, and I’d have time to watch them.
For the most part, the pigeons acted just as you’d expect: eating together, share and share alike. But I noticed one individual whose conduct was quite different. This guy never picked up any food from the ground. He never seemed to notice any food on the ground. Instead, he’d notice what someone else was eating, and go over and take it away from that person. Time and time again, he did this.
Put this fellow down on top of a pile of food, and he’d starve to death, because he’d never pick up any for himself. Put another pigeon with him, and he’d be OK — taking away what the other one picks up to eat.
How much closer can you get to the way some people act; who will not do anything for themselves, but only take away what someone else has worked for? Can there be a gene for this?
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When I lived in Barclay, I maintained a bird feeder in the back yard — different locations, but always visible from the kitchen window. Two species used to visit the feeder in flocks: sparrows and starlings. There might be fifty sparrows or fifty starlings there at a time.
I normally only publish on Mondays (comments on the news), Wednesdays (recycling old posts)* and Saturdays (substantial new pieces). A couple things happened this morning that seem to me urgent enough to warrant an off-schedule post.
I’d invite e-mail subscribers to hold on to their e-mail copy of this post, and will explain why.