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CURIOSITY

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CURIOSITY

Curiosity killed the cat, caught the catfish and fed Fred. Curiosity is the key to change, discovery and the next thing. Without curiosity there would be nothing new; there would be no joy, no one to read these words. Curiosity feeds fin, fowl and the hairy beast; it draws us to the stars and transforms chimps to champs as the pursuit of solutions straightens the back, calms the brow and finds more and more uses for finger dexterity.

Curiosity compels those who possess it to improve; it enhances desire and defines progress. Plato possessed it. You and I possess it as does the rat in the Skinner cage.

Curiosity gives way to discovery, change and an opportunity to gather knowledge. What will we learn? Can we depend on what we learn? Knowledge often disappoints. Today’s knowledge is soon replaced or enhanced by tomorrow’s startling revelation. We depend heavily on that which promises to fulfill our need for Truth.

To know only a desire to satisfy the most temporary needs of the moment must be the most desperate approach to life, though I doubt that such knowledge is disturbing to chimps.

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How to Become Intellectually Astute in only Forty years. (and skinny.)

 

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How to Become Intellectually Astute in only Forty years.  (and skinny.)

First published  July 12, 2012  Lee Broom

I read a post yesterday (or the day before), an article on shaving with throwaway razors that actually made its way to the AOL news feed. It was about how to keep your Gillette Trac sharp for many months. The writer of the article apparently was using a disposable razor for the first time in years and with some experimentation was surprised to learn that after cleaning and rubbing the razor on his/her jeans after the daily shaving ritual, the blade lasted for six months. It was assumed without any controls that the rubbing the razor on a pair of jeans was equal to the principle of stropping a straight razor.

Had the experiment included a partner using a clone of that Trac every day without stropping they would have discovered that one Trac razor lasted as long as the other. Had this experiment gone a bit further and included a third person using six-for-a-buck dollar store razors, at the end of the experiment there would still be five unused orange razors.

I know this because I have made my discoveries under more objective circumstances. Without comparisons any given bit of knowledge means little. And because some of us have not learned that important fact we are prey to the carnivorous marketers who are willing to go to any lengths to carve away our very lives.

Listen carefully to any ad about any weight loss product. Listen carefully and to as many ads as you can. You will never hear the claim that this product will make you lose weight. In fact, close scrutiny would reveal that the most attention-getting part of the ad is information that will destroy one’s will to succeed at losing weight. This is the message that we can entertain ourselves gustatorally and lose pounds doing so.

I use a certain skin product that my wife introduced me to five decades ago. It is a brilliant moisturizer and it works. At the time of my first use the company thrived on this one product alone.

Today, the line has expanded. There are a variety of skin lotions and creams, specializing or so they claim, on more specific needs than does their original lotion. However for the patient researcher a quick read of the ingredients of these products reveals that the only major change in formula is the addition of alcohol. Now really, why would any thinking person want to hydrate their already dry skin with an emollient that contains the one single ingredient that is well-known for its dehydrating effects?

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How to Become Intellectually Astute in only Forty years. (and skinny.)

 

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How to Become Intellectually Astute in only Forty years.  (and skinny.)

First published  July 12, 2012  Lee Broom

I read a post yesterday (or the day before), an article on shaving with throwaway razors that actually made its way to the AOL news feed. It was about how to keep your Gillette Trac sharp for many months. The writer of the article apparently was using a disposable razor for the first time in years and with some experimentation was surprised to learn that after cleaning and rubbing the razor on his/her jeans after the daily shaving ritual, the blade lasted for six months. It was assumed without any controls that the rubbing the razor on a pair of jeans was equal to the principle of stropping a straight razor.

Had the experiment included a partner using a clone of that Trac every day without stropping they would have discovered that one Trac razor lasted as long as the other. Had this experiment gone a bit further and included a third person using six-for-a-buck dollar store razors, at the end of the experiment there would still be five unused orange razors.

I know this because I have made my discoveries under more objective circumstances. Without comparisons any given bit of knowledge means little. And because some of us have not learned that important fact we are prey to the carnivorous marketers who are willing to go to any lengths to carve away our very lives.

Listen carefully to any ad about any weight loss product. Listen carefully and to as many ads as you can. You will never hear the claim that this product will make you lose weight. In fact, close scrutiny would reveal that the most attention-getting part of the ad is information that will destroy one’s will to succeed at losing weight. This is the message that we can entertain ourselves gustatorally and lose pounds doing so.

I use a certain skin product that my wife introduced me to five decades ago. It is a brilliant moisturizer and it works. At the time of my first use the company thrived on this one product alone.

Today, the line has expanded. There are a variety of skin lotions and creams, specializing or so they claim, on more specific needs than does their original lotion. However for the patient researcher a quick read of the ingredients of these products reveals that the only major change in formula is the addition of alcohol. Now really, why would any thinking person want to hydrate their already dry skin with an emollient that contains the one single ingredient that is well-known for its dehydrating effects?

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THE LINE

THE LINE

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It was a lovely spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner arose early that morning perplexed as usual (the man had many questions) having just awakened with a REM time voice in his head still demanding, “Go stand in line”.

“Who said that?” inquired Curious Abner.

“Go stand in line.”

Abner rose from his state of confused repose, made his bed and his breakfast as the memory of the command “Go stand in line” continued in his head.

After his bowl of oatmeal, walnuts and one small banana Abner said to himself, “What a lovely spring day. The sun is warm, the birds are singing, and the wispy clouds add a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day. I think I will go look for that line and stand in it.”

And he did; he went for a walk, that is.

He looked everywhere for the line.

“Where is that line?” Curious Abner inquired; there was no one there to answer his question.

 

“Excuse me” said Abner to the first person he met. “Do you know where the line starts?

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on her way.

And Abner stood in line.

Eventually Curious Abner began to fidget. Standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day even though the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Impatient and needing to do something, anything at all with his hurried, inquisitive self (Abner was a man with questions) he decided to return to his spring day walk. While strolling down the long sidewalk stretched before him Abner thought to himself, “You know, I probably received the wrong information from that stranger. Perhaps that was not the line, after all. It must be somewhere else. If I hurry to find the right place I may very well be the first person in line; that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it?” He asked this question even though there was no one there to answer.

Eventually however, someone did come along.

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here” replied the stranger.

“Thank you” said Abner and the stranger went on his way.

And once again, Abner stood in line.

And as before, Abner eventually began to fidget. He observed once again that standing in line apparently was not a great way to spend a lovely spring day; what with the sun so warm, the birds asinging and the clouds though wispy, adding a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

And Curious Abner stood his ground.

Standing in line Abner wondered to himself, “If this is the line where are the rest of the people?”

Time went on. It was beginning to feel as though he had been standing in line forever.

Eventually however, another stranger approached.

 

“Excuse me” asked Abner. “Do you know where the line starts?”

“I believe it starts right here,” came the reply.

Abner thought to himself that perhaps he should invite this person to join him. That way there really would be a line.

“Would you like to stand in line?’ asked Abner.

“Thank you for asking” replied the stranger; “But this line is much too long” and continued on his way; “Have a nice day”.

Surprised at the stranger’s remark, Abner turned around. Behind him was a line of people that seemed to wend its way into Eternity. All were waiting patiently, no one was talking to anyone. “After all” observed Curious Abner (the man with questions) “who wants to talk to the back of someone’s head?”

But as soon as formed the words, Abner realized that he was looking into someone’s face, someone who until seconds ago had been looking at the back of Curious Abner’s head.

“Hi my name is Abner; what’s your name?”

“Betty” she replied and began to introduce him to several other people behind her. There was John, there was her sister Jeanie and her centenarian grandmother had come along; her name was Albina Mary.

Albina Mary had more stories in her old head than Abner had questions. (And as we know, Curious Abner was after all, a man with many questions).

Within minutes this part of the line was starting to look more like a party. And others further back, noticing that the restraints previously defined by the unspoken rules of Linedom had now been broken, began to emulate the conversational opportunities now being made available to them. As the line evaporated into groups of animated conversationalists, everyone involved gradually migrated to a nearby park.

By the end of this lovely spring day, the sun still warm, the birds no longer singing and the once wispy clouds having surrendered their touch of pastel pleasantness to the gathering cloak of darkness, Curious Abner  decided to go home, a practical decision (a part of himself with whom he was not very well acquainted wanted to stay and talk with his new friends) and he did just that; went home, that is.

As Abner crawled under the crisp, clean sheets he thought about the day and was grateful.

The next morning Curious Abner crawled out of bed, ate a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts, berries and a touch of honey mixed with six heaping teaspoons of rolled oats and a half cup of spring water heated for 90 seconds and went out to greet another lovely spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing and the clouds though wispy, added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.

Curious Abner (the man with many questions who now had some answers) thought to himself “I think I shall go stand in line.”

And he did.

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