Quote That Wears Well With Time

"He was willing to do anything for people except get off their backs and let them live their own lives. He would never let go until they forced him to and then it was too late. He never seemed to understand there's a big difference between trying to save people and trying to help them. With luck you can help 'em -- but they always save themselves."

-- Raymond Robbins (Sept. 17, 1873 -- Sept 26, 1954), economist and writer criticizing Woodrow Wilson and his foreign policy.

In the News

My personal favorite.  Finally, a website that clearly demonstrates the usefulness of correlation graphs.  Enjoy.

The problem with Priming Studies.  These studies make the news, but attempts to replicate often fail, which doesn't make the news.  Only 6 of 53 landmark cancer studies could be replicated.  What does this say about science and the "university-professional association-academic publication-research grant" industry?

It says this.  Perhaps universities, academic publications, and professional associations are to close to one another and scratching one another's backs.  Where does the contrarian scientist with a great hypothesis go to get grant money and publish his findings?

History and science continue to remind us that we have nothing over the Ancients.  Here's a 2,000 year old "computer" that predicted astronomical events, including eclipses.

What the Rwanda genocide tells us about mob mentality.  Local conditions matter most and marriage an…

Trump Chronicles . . . Day 207

Today President Trump lost his mind.  Aids have yet to find it but remain optimistic as they continue the search.  AP reports this is merely a figure of speech and that the president hasn't literally lost his mind.  Others disagree.  Still others say this happened long ago and what we've got we've got, so get used to it.

In related news, Vice president Pence, while visiting Colombia, South America, asked for asylum.  It is not yet clear if the vice-president was asking for asylum for himself or for one to put his boss in.

Update at 11.



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Twig Eater in White

No, this isn't a poem, although it would be a nice title for one.

The Moose is the largest animal in the deer family.  Its name is Algonquin for "twig eater," and these two beautiful specimens are rare white bull Moose.

A White bull moose is not an albino; it is a moose with white fur.  A moose is not a friendly Bullwinkle who hangs around with a flying squirrel; in fact, Moose don't hang around with anyone, including their own kind.  No, the moose is a grumpy, solitary ungulate that stands taller than a man and weighs 3 to 5 times as much.  In Alaska Mouse injure more people than Grizzly and Brown bears combined.  Imagine how easy it would be for one of these to blend into the snow -- they lay down to rest, especially after eating, and you could easily come upon one without realizing it.  But these two would look fine on anyone's front lawn during the winter holidays.  You could even hang Christmas bulbs and tinsel from their antlers. And they'd keep trespa…

The Fascinating Art of Tarot Cards

I used to read people's futures with Tarot Cards, not for money, but for fun.  I make no claim to be any good at it, and only ever did it to learn something about the psychology of fortunetelling.  I did meet with some small success.  The secret is to learn a little bit about your client before beginning and then read your client's facial expressions and physical gestures as you proceed through the reading, slightly adapting the meaning of the cards and their relationship to one another (the story they tell) as you do so.  The more and more you do it, the better you get at it.  I always thought of this as establishing an non-supernatural psychic connection.

But as much a learning experience as that was (anticipating a person't hopes), the real reason Tarot cards interested me was my fascination with the artwork.  There are many, many decks of cards out there -- google Tarot Card Decks -- with artwork ranging from the very simple to the very elaborate. Some are too simple …

Las Vegas, What Happens There, Stays There. PLEASE!!

I was in my mid twenties living in the New York City area when I had an epiphany: “I hate this place.”I had lived there all my life, except for a short hiatus in Rhode Island where I went to college but failed to learn anything except how to smoke dope, drink lots of beer, cut class, and play with coeds.
I was tired of the hustle and bustle that was the metropolitan area, tired of the crime and the endless traffic jams.There is a reason why the Long Island Expressway is called the world’s largest parking lot.I was tired of the cost of everything.I once paid $17 to park my car in a parking garage for two hours while I interviewed for a job, and this was the 70’s.  I can only imagine what it must cost now.  Are there enough zeros?
I was tired of the gruff impatience of the denizens of a city who, for some reason, felt the need to refer to their city as a fruit.Once, while standing in line at a cafeteria, when asked what I wanted to eat, I responded that I was still making up my mind, and…