Fiction, Humor, and Poetry, free to all. "Well, Mary, I have seen the future, and it is spelled F-U-N-G-U-S!"
For those of you curious...
End of August, 2024. You stand resolutely on the evaporated bed of Lake Lahontan in northern Nevada, staring across the trash fence. You observe the local sun defying Earth’s gravity, its radiation inexhaustible and insufferable and the reason why sensible living things skedaddle out of the region...
As of this morning, my fantasy baseball team, the Fern Hill Herring, are in first place by a whopping 8 and a half points. This possibly is very exciting news, but it comes with two constraints:
1) The season is only about 27% underway, so anything can happen. The Herring could turn belly up and go all moldy and sink as low as eighth place, just like the Eden Prairie Dogs and the Urkle and other would-be claimers of the title.
2) No one cares about anyone else's fantasy baseball team. Within my immediate family, I'm the only one interested in baseball in any iteration--real, fictional, or hybrid.
3) If I win, the trophy will need to find a relatively inconspicuous place in the house (see previous point.)
In other news, to celebrate Memorial Day weekend, my wife and I are going out for breakfast this morning. I'm thinking eggs benedict, a dish that was not, I repeat NOT, named after Benedict Arnold. Nope, it was some guy named Benedict who custom ordered the concoction at the Waldorf Astoria, and things took off from there. I wonder if he made up a salad on another visit.
Due to popular request (true, depending on your definitions of "popular" and "request") here is another exciting TRIVIA QUIZ on the usual TRIVIAL SUBJECTS. I want to hear some snarky comments along with the usual wild guesses.
1. If you happen to be introduced to Agnetha Fältskog, which would be your pithiest opening comment?
A. I hear you’re still going with e equals m c cubed.
B. I really wish I could have voted for you.
C. Hey, you can take a chance on me, any time.
D. In my chemistry book, you're always element #110.
E. Please don’t squeeze my hand too hard.
2. Whose new logo features the letter R with a lightning bolt over a railroad track?
A. Scranton/Wilkes-Barre RailRiders, a baseball team
B. Rock Island Line, a start-up railway named after a folk song
C. Royal Crown Cola (better known as RC Cola)
D. Rogers Communications, the AT&T of Canada
E. The European Space Agency
3. A real bear named “Winnie” inspired the name Winnie-the-Pooh. How did the real Winnie bear get his name?
A. He resembled Winston Churchill.
B. He enjoyed Winifred’s Brown Bread.
C. He whined and whinnied like a horse.
D. He once was the mascot for an army regiment based in Winnipeg.
E. He was won in a poker game, name shortened from “Winnings.”
4. Here’s a story headline, with one part removed, from today’s Washington Post:
“Trump likes _____? That’s stunning, strange and disorienting.”
What is the removed part?
A. Taylor Swift
B. gefilte fish
C. s***t shooting
D. the Beatles
E. the Oxford comma
5. What is the most likely result of your Beauceron meeting your Onagadori?
A. a big dent in the sofa
B. an upset stomach or vomiting
C. an audit from the IRS
D. a rainbow in your kitchen
E. feathers flying and lots of noise
And to close for the day….
6. Which of these languages is least related to the other five?
A. Norwegian
B. English
C. Finnish
D. Dutch
E. German
ADVENTURES in GENDER EQUITY!
Today, I met my first woman in her professional capacity of:
A. plumber
B. excavator
C. urologist
D. tow-truck driver
E. propane salesperson
I'm here at Popeye's Chicken in Leominster, Massachusetts, enjoying a spicy chicken sandwich for lunch. The formal name of this establishment is "Popeye's Louisiana Kitchen," and numerous duplicates are distributed nationally. The franchise really goes out of its way, in a fast food sense, to generate a New Orleans vibe. Bits of plastic molding suggest the classic ironwork of balcony rails. The color scheme has lots of warm reds and oranges and bits of olive green. Jazz plays on the piped-in music.
I almost--did not, mind you--but ALMOST--told the bored, indifferent counter clerk that I was hoping to be in New Orleans this November, for a conference. I think he would have looked at me as if I was reciting data from the periodic table, or discussing the classification of three-toed ungulates, or what have you. Not interested, not relevant, what planet are you from? Please enjoy your food and go away. So I didn't say anything. But still.
My son-the-elder enjoys Popeye's, or at least he has in his past. College may have changed his taste in food, I don't know. But in years gone by we stopped at Popeye's on road trips, and it always made him happy.
Anybody up for Scabble? Send me an invite.
Well, friends, we made it to May 1st, 2024, which here in New England is a cool, damp day reminiscent of March or April--but still, some flowers in the garden. And baby leaves on nearly all the trees around the house. And the boy off to school, as per usual, with his piano lesson scheduled for late in the afternoon.
If you were a first-grader and bringing something for show and tell, would you choose a) your stuffed rabbit, b) a drawing you made of your family, including the dog, or c) a Bento box that featured grapes with chili peppers? I'm just curious.
My collection of sentimental possessions is not voluminous--the stuff fills up a few bookshelves and a small corner of the attic. But still, what do I do with it, or what happens to it next? Just why does a grown man need a dozen plastic mini-baseball helmets and 3,000 airline timetables? And drat it all, at my age, I am charged with assuming the mantle of "man" and not "boy" or "overgrown boy" or what have you. I got the wife, kids, job, mortgage, prostate, phlegm, and retirement plan--do we write-off the baseball helmets as "whimsy" or "pathetic", or just plain "dumb?"
Watching the sitcom Bewitched as a kid, I was completely fooled by Serena, meaning I did not recognize that she was played by the same actress who played Samantha, aka Elizabeth Montgomery. How could someone as good and motherly and heroic as Samantha be the same person as her mischievous and pretentious cousin? On the other hand, it was obvious that Barbara Eden was playing Jeannie's all-but-for-the-hair-color identical twin sister. I wasn't *that* naive.
Doggy is always anxious when my wife is out of the house, as is currently the case; she is driving the 6-year-old to school. The dog climbs on furniture, stares furtively out the window, whines quietly. I try reassuring her, I try paying her some attention, but she's having none of that. All will be well soon, but for now....
The latest CNN poll states that the majority of the respondents think they were better off under Donald Trump four years ago than Biden today. My answer: No, you weren't. COVID was running rampant, the economy was tanking, and I assume at least a few yahoos were following the President's advice and injecting bleach up their rear ends. Let me add, now that I'm on a roll here, that trickle-down economics doesn't work, we should tax the wealthy to reduce the national debt and stop inflation, women have the right to an abortion, and the Republicans on the Supreme Court and elsewhere are a bunch of lying, self-righteous jerks.
In other news, my baseball team, the Minnesota Twins, are on an 8-game winning streak. Granted, their opponents have been two of the crappies teams in the A.L., but let's not quibble. Let's go Twins! C'mon, divert us from our real problems and ho-hum daily routines.
Have a great day, everyone!
In baseball news, veteran and previously-lauded Astros closer Josh Hader gave up 4 hits and 4 earned runs while retiring one batter in the ninth inning against the Braves. As dutifully reported by CBS Sports, if Hader's performance were to be extrapolated over a 9-inning game, then the opposition would achieve 108 runs-- possibly more if the Astros made errors, and possibly fewer if the umpires called the game on humanitarian grounds.
Let us acknowledge that baseball is a tough sport. But, um, geez, Josh, can we do just a little better next time? Thank you.
I have visited Houston, Texas, on business, back in my days of touring the country for McGraw-Hill. It's a city of minimal zoning, ridiculous humidity in summer, the Johnson Space Center southeast of town, a world-class opera company, international hub for United Airlines (inherited from Continental), and a dinky, rundown domed stadium that was once the eighth wonder of the world, and now sits in the shadows of mighty replacements. In Manhattan, the street of this name is called "HOW's-tun".
That's all I got for now. Feel free to add stuff in the comment section.
Here's my eclipse report for the FFR.
We meet Mr. Conspiracy (which, um, is not his real name) in the motel lobby. I speak with him only briefly, while my wife soldiers onward for well over an hour. Mr. C. is likely my age but looks a lot older, with a ring of white puffy hair circling a chrome dome and a
Greetings from the Quality Inn of Batavia, NY. For the usual no-good reasons we're hanging out here, with me getting snippets of work done completed in between goofing off online.
The eclipse arrives 3:20 PM today! We'll be on the campus of the school in Rochester where my son is a freshman, and where we will be camping out on grassy grounds with the polarized glasses on our faces.
I'm looking forward to the eclipse for several reasons:
1) It's rare
2) It's dramatic
3) It doesn't last very long
4) It's easy to observe, at least if the weather cooperates
5) Fun for the whole family,
and let's not forget, it's....
6) Free.
Of course, I laid out a few sheckels for the car ride (tank of gas ran $45) and the night at the hotel (don't ask) and a restaurant dinner and I expect other expenses as well. So it's not really a free event, but let's not quibble.
Here in New England, we were deluged all day with wet, sticky snow that is now melting in the driveway. But for a while it was a winter wonderland. I would be tempted to go skiing, but coming soon is our expedition to Rochester, NY, to observe the big eclipse. We're bringing both the 6-year-old and the dog.
The Twins lost their home opener today to the Cleveland Guardians, a franchise formerly known as the Cleveland Cultural Exploitations, but thankfully they rebranded a couple years ago. I still have a tough time wrapping my head around the new name, but by now I qualify as an old fogey baseball fan, so my reluctances don't mean that much. Although I expect ultimately to accept the Guardians, I continue to argue that the Brewers should return to the American League and the Astros should return to the National, and that either the Tampa Rays or an expansion team should reincarnate the Montreal Expos. None of these events are likely, but you asked (or didn't ask) for my opinions, so there.
I'm currently listening to the Royals-White Sox game on streaming radio, and just now Royals outfielder Kyle Isbel drove in two runs with a clutch single. Whenever I see or hear about Kyle Isbel, I always think of my grandmother Isabel, who died some 35 years ago. Curiously I don't think about Isabel when I read about Italian actress Isabella Rossellini, or art collector Isabella Stewart Gardner, who has a museum named after her. But Kyle Isbel always does the trick.
Grandmother Isabel, in my memory, managed a busy life and an expansive family and a bustling house, all with great competence and graciousness. She had earned her PhD in Psychology and could explain the mathematics of normal distribution curves and other statistical constructs. She gathered wild mushrooms and mixed them into spaghetti sauce. And lest we forget, there was the present shelf, a stash of presents in her bedroom that she stocked and bestowed, with minimal fanfare, on the visiting grandchildren, like me.
Kyle Isbel has just scored, along with many of his teammates, as they are blowing out the Sox in the bottom of the seventh. Way to go, Isbel.
Poignant or not that Joe Flaherty died yesterday, which was April Fools Day?
I loved SCTV in its heyday. Truth be told, the humor wasn't always funny, the production values could be spotty, and the skits could be repetitive. But you could tell that the cast just loved each other, and they all were talented and fun and smart. The shows were like hanging out after school with the smart, nerdy-but-cool kids, and I couldn't get enough of it. Sign me up for another viewing of Monster Chiller Horror Theater, featuring our man Joe as Count Floyd, and the also-departed John Candy as Doctor Tongue. I trust Guy Caballero would rise from his wheelchair to endorse the goings-on.
Hello again everyone, and here is an essay for the day. Well, kind of for the day, because April Fools is mentioned only in passing.
I am the sixth man on the six-person chairlift. The other riders are a family of five. To my right is Mom, to her right are the three young children, with Dad on the end. Ms. Mom is chipper and talkative. She asks me where I am from and how I am enjoying my day.
For a while, the radio broadcasts of Los Angeles Angels baseball games featured promo spots of the players introducing themselves, then saying "There's nothing like baseball on the radio." I don't quite follow the logic of this campaign. I'm already listening to the game on the radio, you don't need to keep convincing me. Nevertheless, I think they are correct. There's nothing like baseball on the radio.
I have a habit of staying up late, sometimes getting work done and sometimes not, and often listening to the baseball from the west coast at the same time. Radio baseball requests but does not demand your attention, and you can slip in and out of the action (or lack thereof) as desired.
So last night I took in the season opener from Oakland, California, between the hometown A's and the visiting Guardians. I lasted til about 11:11 PM eastern time.
Opening day is a time of hope and optimism and celebration--and the A's announcers do not disappoint. They discuss the young and maturing talent on the team and their improvement from last season. They extol the starting pitcher for the evening, a journeyman now on stop number 5 of his major-league experience. They mention briefly--ever so briefly--that tonight could be the last season opener for the franchise in Oakland. They do not discuss the fans who are camping outside the stadium in protest of the team's all-but-certain relocation to Las Vegas, Nevada. Perhaps they eventually mention the evening's attendance--13,522 people, paltry by baseball standards, an assembly that would not quite fill the minor-league hockey arena in the town of Worcester, Mass, where my son's high school held its graduation ceremonies.
This morning I learned that the A's lost by a score of 8-zip. It's only the first game of 162 scheduled, but an impartial observer might wonder how long the hope and optimism will last in Oakland, if they were ever there to begin with.
I probably will tune into some more A's games during the season, but probably not many. After all, my true team is the Minnesota Twins, a franchise in excellent health and now playing excellent baseball. They won their division last season and look ready to win it again. We're gonna win, Twins, we're gonna score! We're gonna win, Twins, watch that baseball soar! We're going to relish in these uplifting athletic competitions played on green grass and handed down to us v'dor-vador (generation to generation), and we're going to ignore the dumpster fire outside halls that once witnessed Reggie Jackson, Vida Blue, four world championships, and a bunch of guys with slick hair and handlebar mustaches.
The baseball season is going to take us through fall, ending within a week of the national election on November 5th. So baseball is the diversion, and the election is the event that shall demand our serious attention, due to the potential of a truly consequential dumpster fire that must, must, MUST be prevented.
That's what I got for today. PLAY BALL!
As many of you are aware, today is opening day for Major League Baseball, with all 30 teams facing off against each other for the first time since last fall. My only complaint with the festivities is that they won't begin until 3:05 PM Eastern Time (Orioles-Angels), thus depriving me of a wonderful excuse to get out of work for the early afternoon.
Regardless, I plan to faithfully tune into the 3:05 game and cheer on the players I drafted for my fantasy team--the Fern Hill Herring. On the two teams in question, these players include one legitimate star (Anthony Santander), one up-and-coming youngster who perhaps might blossom or perhaps might not (Jordan Westerburg), and one scrubbini for whom we can be hopefully even if the true hope is limited (the alliterative Mickey Moniak).
The harsh beauty of baseball is that it is a zero-sum game. Every successful at-bat for the hitter is a count against the pitcher, and vice-versa. Add up all the wins and losses for the whole league (or two leagues, American and National, if you prefer) and the split will be 50-50. Guaranteed. Which makes the accomplishments more striking, and the failures easier to take, in my humble O.
As a boy, my fandom of baseball, which included collecting lots of baseball cards, was an early introduction to the concept of parallel universes. Teams from the two leagues all criss-crossed the country, but intermingled only when it didn't count (spring training and other exhibitions) or on an extremely momentous occasion (the World Series). All teams visited New York City and Chicago and California, but each turned only in one direction (to play the Yankees or White Sox or Angels) or the other (for the Mets, Cubs, Dodgers.) As a Twins fan in Minnesota, we knew about the teams in Cincinnati and St. Louis and Atlanta and Houston--but they were never witnessed in competition at Met Stadium in Bloomington.
Parallel universes, like an episode of Star Trek only without anyone being actually evil.
For anyone wondering, I continue, now as always, to cheer on the Minnesota Twins. And it should be fun this year, they've got a great team.
PLAY BALL!
I just learned that my profile was researched by someone at the firm "Milliken & Company." Basic research reveals that they are involved in industrial machinery manufacturing and headquartered in Spartanburg, South Carolina. To my knowledge, none of my friends or associates are employed by this company, nor do I recognize any of the names that pop-up on the LinkedIn Web site. I can't imagine that my skill set (writing and editing for educational publishing) would have any application at all to the world of machinery manufacturing.
So why was my name of interest to these people? Perchance they were looking for some other Joseph Berman out there? Or did someone from my past--recent or distant, or very distant--want to check up on my goings-on or whereabouts? If the latter, and you happen to be reading this post, please announce yourself and I'll be delighted to reconnect with you, however briefly. Or that's my prediction.
"Milliken" is an interesting name. It rhymes with "billiken," a mythical good-luck figure that represents idealized circumstances. I learned this definition from the website of Saint Louis University, where the billiken is the mascot. If we think of the prefixes billi- and milli- in terms of numbers (billion and million), then a milliken would also be a mythical good-luck figure, but providing a thousandth of the idealization of its billiken cousin.
Aw c'mon, humor me.
In other news, I am now working on a project for high school physics. So I am remembering my now-departed physics teacher at Park High, who was Peter "Onion" Ringsrud--and I had given him that nickname. Mr. Ringsrud was a soft-spoken and knowledgable instructor who quietly tolerated the antics of all us smart-ass students. He also was the coach of the chess team, and was a good coach despite a few of us being better at the game than he was. He drove us to all the meets around town.
High school is fading further and further into the past. It's even in the past of my elder son, now a freshman at college. Fortunately I'm still friends with many of my high school classmates--some of whom may be reading this post, and do announce yourselves if you like! The past keeps accumulating, as evidenced by photo albums and baseball statistics. And the future....well, it's still out there, waiting to be lived in.
That's my post for the day. Happy End-of-March, everybody. And here's to some pleasant spring weather for us all.
My new musical fantasy: I want to be Linda McCartney, rockin' the tambourine and singing back-up to Paul.
"Wanna hear you play til the lights go down....DOWN, DOWN!"
Only a couple weeks to the baseball season, and I'm excited about the Twins. They've got Buxton and Correa back to full health, they've got some underrated starting pitching and the reliever with the fastest pitch this side of UV radiation, and how many more grand slams will Royce Lewis hit? We're going to win TWINS! You read it here first.
I was looking at highlights from the '87 and '91 World Series, featuring heroics from Kirby Puckett and Kent Hrbek and Dan Gladden and Jack Morris in game 7. And it's all exciting and...a little sad. With the terrible exception of Kirby, all of the main actors are still around, and some are active in Minnesota life. But the team and franchise are totally different, as to be expected after three decades. Geez.
This past week I spent several hours chopping down the invasive vines from the trees on our property. Man, those things are nasty. We didn't have vines these bad when we were growing up, did we? Why are they hear NOW? Science likely provides a good answer--something about human's global activity--but I don't really want to know. I just want to get rid of them.
We're closing in on St. Patrick's Day, and sure enough I have a stripe of green in the coat I'll be wearing all weekend. Lest anyone wonder, I will not be drinking green beer, although I may indulge in some corned beef.
Another quiz? Really? Welllll….OK, since you're asking so nicely. Here we go.
1. Who or what is “Monkberry Moon Delight?”
A. craft beer now popular in Colorado
B. a song by Linda and Paul McCartney
C. original name for Eskimo Pies
D. son of Dweezil Zappa, grandson of Frank
E. a concession for bric-a-brac at the Miami airport
2. The world’s most expensive medication costs a whopping $3.5 million (US dollars) per dose. What is it?
A. vascular dilator, for male impotence
B. antioxidant, for reversing Alzheimer’s disease
C. antiviral, for reducing the damage from COVID
D. dermal restorative, for smoothing out wrinkles
E. gene therapy, for treating hemophilia
3. Which of these four professional sports franchises does not belong in the same group with the other three?
A. Sacramento Kings, of the NBA
B. Los Angeles Lakers, of the NBA
C. Oakland Athletics, of MLB
D. New Jersey Devils, of the NHL
4. Pierre Salinger was press secretary for Presidents Kennedy and Johnson, and then the campaign manager for Robert F. Kennedy in 1968. Which was one of his contributions to popular culture?
A. played a lawyer who defended Joker and Catwoman
B. launched a gameshow that evolved into “Jeopardy”
C. namesake of a green-skinned alien who taunted Captain Kirk
D. sang back-up for Cher on “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves”
E. wrote jokes and sketches for the Smothers Brothers
5. Do diamonds fall like rain on any planet of the solar system?
A. Yes, on Earth, when the volcano erupted on Krakatoa
B. Yes, on Mars, whenever Olympus Mons erupts
C. Yes, on Neptune, Uranus, and perhaps Saturn, due to high atmospheric pressure
D. Maybe, on Mercury, when it was struck by an asteroid.
E. Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. Joe is messing with you.
AND FINALLY…..
6. How do mathematicians calculate pi to so many digits?
A. By adding and subtracting a series of fractions
B. By measuring a precisely-drawn circle
C. By finding the average of 22/7 and the square root of 10.
D. By filling a circle with tiny squares
E. By selecting numbers randomly after about the 100th digit.
Here is a rambling essay about my recent skiing adventures, with lots of older stories too.
Her name is Phoenix, as in the city, which I learn from the tag on her shirt. Within five minutes we learn all sorts of details about each other. She asks for and receives my demographics of age, height, weight, home address, and skiing ability—which is advanced intermediate. I also volunteer the ...
Inspired by Glenn F, here is my list of top 10 favorite movies. Unlike Glenn I'm not going to count down from 150, nor am I putting in oodles of work. I'm just sitting on the couch and thinking of the top 10 movies that have meant something to me over the years. Here goes.
10. Airport (1970 version). I can still recite so much of the cheesy, stilted dialogue. Inspired me because it was filmed at my hometown airport (MSP) and I was a budding airline fanboy at the time.
9. Manhattan (1979) Woody Allen needs to be on this list somewhere, and here's the spot. I haven't seen the movie in years but its message about love (lost and found) meant a lot to me at the time. That the real Woody appears to be a misogynist creep is something with which I must reconcile.
8. Do The Right Thing (1989) The movie that told the truth.
7. Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) Just when you think you have the movie figured out, it pulls the rug out from under you. Again and again. A real hoot.
6. Fargo (1996) Another homeboy favorite, from my old neighbors the Coen brothers. Startlingly poignant for us ex-pat Minnesotans
5. Twelve Monkeys (1995) Terry Gilliam at his finest.
4. Brazil (1985) More Terry Gilliam at his finest. Both of these movies dive so deeply, and effortlessly, into dystopia.
3. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) This spot is for my late, great brother Danny. And we all loved that movie.
2. Casablanca (1942) A kiss is just a kiss.
and Joe's number 1 movie of all time is......
1. The Wizard of Oz (1939) Beauty and terror side-by-side, with the lovely Judy Garland caught in the middle. There's no place like home.
It's raining. In January, in New England. Do I really want another blizzard? No. But this weather is still WRONG--and picture Dana Carvey impersonating John McLaughlin. We're supposed to have cold winters here, not slushy messes.
Climate change is real and it's coming for all of us, season after season, year after year, until the world finally gets its sh*t together and lowers the CO2 in the atmosphere. If humans don't do that, I predict nature will offer a Draconian solution. Look up "Draconian" if you have to. I'll take care of the Dana Carvey reference.
End of speech. Have a nice day!
Post for the night!
Driving west on the Massachusetts Turnpike, I notice the taillights on the SUV ahead of me. Each light is a thin vertical bar with a horizontal bar jutting out, two-thirds up from the bottom, the bar jutting to the left on the left light and to the right on the right light. The overall effect
Here's a post for the post-Thanksgiving week.
Be ready for lots of juvenile references. I’m now at the tail end of a long Thanksgiving weekend. My wife and our college-age son took the opportunity for a retreat/adventure together in Ithaca, New York, leaving me in charge of the 6-year old and the rest of the household. We had an afternoon at ...
A long, long essay from the writer's notebook.
Dog vs. Spiderman Prelude Our new friend Stephanie M. gifted us a bunch of dog toys, notably several stuffed Spiderman dolls. The contest of Dog vs. Spiderman has proven to be one-sided. The dog rips into the shells and tears out the cotton stuffing, leaving limp cloth Spiderman shells and severed l...
Post for the day! (Or yesterday, take your pick)
http://fergusfallsreview.org/2023/08/25/colorful-and-haunting/
And here's a theater review!
“Remember Me?”, now playing at the Hunterdon Hills Playhouse in western New Jersey, is about the life of actress Joyce DeWitt, famous forty years ago for the hit show “Three’s Company,” and ever since married to one of her fans and admirers, played by the impressively tall Jeffrey Atherton...
Here's another fun post for the summer!
When you die, you become a contestant on “The Match Game,” hosted by Gene Rayburn and featuring a panel of Hollywood celebrities. Gene sidles up to you, wafting alcohol and aftershave. He warbles out your first question: The baseball team is moving to the city of Altoona, Pennsylvania. Their new...
Another post for today.
Last Sunday morning, me and the other members of my small social circle of baseball fans were greeted with the shocking, terrible news that Bud Rosenfield, our good friend and a fine man, had just died, cause not communicated. Bud was (AND I HATE USING THE PAST TENSE LIKE THIS) a wonderful man—liv...
New post for all who dare:
Back in the day when I was getting my rear end regularly handed to me by the admissions committees of medical schools, someone offered the following analysis: “They’re not staging the Olympic Games. And it’s not all about you.” Meaning, the mission of a medical school is to supply a steady s...
Here's a new post from Joe for today.
Two weeks into my freshman year of college, I write and submit my first essay. The class is the history of western civilization. We are studying various thinkers of Grand Importance, including Aristotle and Saint Augustine and others whose names I have long since forgotten. The graduate assistant re...
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