Very good article on this. Maybe the best I have seen on the ‘net. But, as an aside, I am a “modern” rather than a “traditionalist.” So, I approach the topic a bit differently from this. Mostly, though, I agree. Good analysis.
#1, it had to be #1. (Like the person I reblogged.) Maybe a little #3. No, No, NO! It has to be Luke. It has ALWAYS been Luke. When I was a naïve kid, I admired Luke the naïve kid. When I was a journeyman professional, I admired Luke as the same.
And, now that I am a reclusive old man who might teach someone if they are willing to try, it is STILL Luke! But, he is not an option in this list. Looks like it is back to #1, Han Solo, with a tiny dash of #3. But, I am more scavenger than smuggler, just not garage sales; used book stores, instead.
Then again, maybe BB-8 is the best pick….
You don’t tolerate nonsense or drama in your life. You are resilient toward other’s opinions of you, and you pride yourself on being fiercely determined.
“There was not the least sign of social disorder in 1942”
—Daniel Patrick Moynihan, speaking at the 100 Years of Heroin Conference, Yale University, 1998
Dorothy Sullivan was an informant for the Chicago office of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. On Tuesday, January 22, 1942, she was scheduled to testify in federal court in support of the government’s case against two men charged with heroin sales. She never made it to court. Instead, she fell, screaming and on fire, from eighth floor of a South Dearborn office building. Passers-by described looking up when they heard screams, and seeing what looked like a “flaming bundle of rags” plunging to the street. Dorothy Sullivan was killed instantly when she hit the ground, just one of an uncounted number of narcotics informants to meet a violent end over the course of the war on drugs. Their stories are rarely told.
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Last year, I conducted alumni interviews for Yale applicants. It’s an easy gig. You take a smart, ambitious 17-year-old out for hot chocolate, ask them about their life, and then report back to the university, “Yup, this is another great kid.”
I recently got an email asking me to re-enlist. Was I ready for another admissions season?
I checked “No,” mostly because “Aw, hell no” wasn’t an option.
Why my reluctance? No grudge, no beef, no axe to grind. It’s just that the whole admissions process is so spectacularly crazy that participating in it— even in the peripheral role of “alumni interviewer”—feels like having spiders crawling out of my eyeballs.
In the last 15 to 20 years, Yale’s applicant pool has gone from “hypercompetitive” to “a Darwinian dystopia so cutthroat you’d feel guilty even simulating it on a computer, just in case the simulations had emotions.”
I don’t fault the admissions office. For every…
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We’re Erasing Western Civilization
Illegal immigration, normal immigration, intimidation, political correctness, what have you. But Western civilizations are pretty much in the process of erasing themselves, in my view, anyway.
Sourced through Scoop.it from: news.google.com
Recently, I was thinking about the need to try and appreciate others even when we don’t necessarily agree with or relate to them. It is easy to slip into viewing someone as opposing you, to unknowingly let them become an enemy of sorts in your mind, without ever meaning to do so. It’s very easy to see this among families or love relationships – for example, I know, deep down, that my husband and I desire the same thing between us, a strong, loving, fun marriage. And yet, if we happen to disagree on something, it’s easy to forget that and slip into “ugh, why are we so different?!” mode.
After yoga or meditation, it feels so lovely to share that “namaste” moment, where we acknowledge the divine within ourselves and others. Namaste means:
“The Divine light in me acknowledges the Divine light in you”, or
“I honor the spirit…
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Psychic vampires or emotion eaters, are those people who will drain every single drop of energy from you.
They are every where and live among us.
Fortunately it’s easy to identify them.
They will say I instead of We prominently in their speech; they will talk non-stop, about a variety of subjects but always somehow related to themselves and their greatness; ask no question–or, god forbid, feed-back; use you as a self-therapy session–and often charge you for it.
They are full of bullocks.
Once you have, finally, extricated your-self from their presence you will feel exhausted and in need of a long, restorative sleep in order to recover your energies.
Best not confronted as basically insane.
In short, identify and avoid at any cost.
The Classical GreekphilosopherPlato discusses five types of regimes (Republic, Book VIII). They are Aristocracy, Timocracy, Oligarchy, Democracy, and Tyranny. Plato also assigns a man to each of these regimes to illustrate what they stand for. The tyrannical man would represent Tyranny for example. These five regimes progressively degenerate starting with Aristocracy at the top and Tyranny at the bottom.
Really brainy! And cool!
“The ancients, no doubt, were as wicked as we are, but they knew it. And so they were wise enough to put up protective railings” – Jacques Bergier
I’ve quietly slipped into the status of an old curmudgeon. I thought there would at least be cake, but it turns out that the only thing that marked the transition was that whenever I hear the phrase “disruptive technology”, I want to reach for a gun. For a few years now, the go-to adjective to describe the latest technological or scientific innovation has been “disruptive”, lauded by management wonks and big-brained technologists as an ideal to strive for, neglecting the fact that the man who coined the term, Clayton M. Christensen, was quick to point out that technologies themselves are not disruptive, rather that particular business models enabled a disruptive impact and quickly stopped…
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