I want to say, at the outset here, I mean no disrespect to the young lady above; however one thing I believe I didn’t make clear in the above post is that the business of writing, at its core hasn’t changed all that much. People who claim it has, have, most likely not made a study of writing as a profession throughout history. Continue reading
An answer here to an unasked question in the very thoughtful post which links below:
I enjoyed this post quite a bit, young sir. I enjoy a well-reasoned essay, even if on an emotionally charged subject. Yours is a very well reasoned point of view. “But wait!” as Ron Popeil says, “There’s more.”
In these matters, our problem, in a very general sense–and by “our” I mean virtually all of us excepting those few who have received a proper education–and I do not number among them, although I wish I did. Virtually all of us do not know how to research a topic properly; and by research I mean “study,” because, as a scientist, I consider research to consist of experiments and theories one investigates and tests oneself, first-hand. Still, not splitting that particular hair, whether one calls it research or study, one must know where to look. When one hears that Microsoft, or Apple, or Monsanto, or Greenpeace are the Devil incarnate, one must, in general (if one knows how) make a valiant attempt to see if this theory can be DISproven, not proven. Scientists disprove theories, and when they cannot do so using any and all proper methodologies, then they begin to think that perhaps the theory–at least for lack of a better one–might be correct. Because of my background, I often do both that “research” which I deem “study” and that which I perform and devise first-hand.
The fact that almost all of us do not know how to do this, is not our fault (until we well and truly become aware of how and why this is the case and choose not to self-correct this mal-education, only then do any of us share some blame.) 150 years, or thereabouts, of marxist and proto-marxist education theory is responsible for this as well as many other deficits in all aspects of our ability to think.
If one investigates these “hotbutton” issues using the proper portals and even using both research and study, if possible, one often finds–and I must even go so far as to here state that one usually finds–that the lemmings are running toward or away from the cliff for no reason at all; or more accurately, that quite often one finds (as in the actual case of the lemmings themselves) that some version of Uncle Walt was up there on top of the cliff with a bin full of lemmings and a snow shovel.
So the first thing we have to do, is have a look on top of the cliff and see if he’s still up there with an empty bin, leaning on his shovel, having a smoke break, so to speak. And barring that, we see if we find lots of tiny scrabbling footprints, as one might expect to find, or a few large bootprints, some tire-tracks, and a half-dozen cigarette butts.
…can be taken in a carbonated soft-drink without significantly altering its taste. What is more amazing than this, is that in so doing, one does not alter the “fizziness” of the beverage in the least.
One must be careful not to mix it in too quickly, because it will foam somewhat; however not nearly as much as when other dissolvable substances are added to such beverages.
I had expected the foaming to take place, but I did not expect enough carbonation to remain afterwards. Somehow the resultant mixture was little changed–even after all the agitation necessary to dissolve 17 grams of the the stuff.
My head aches from writing today’s sonnet;
So much so, that I feel I cannot write
Its normal poetic introduction.
Have you ever heard the story of the
Man who was asked by a king to name his
Reward for having done his kingdom a
Great turn? He asked his king for grains of rice:
One grain, for the first square of a chess board,
Two grains for the next, and four, for the next,
This would continue to double until
All sixty four squares of the board were used.
The king agreed, perplexed that the man had
Asked for so little, for he admired
This man and did not wish to slight his deeds.
But, the man insisted, and so the king
Reluctantly agreed. He thought the man
Was being modest for asking little;
And mused, in a good natured way, that he
Felt he was getting the better end of
The deal. And his summoned provisioner
began to portion out these grains of rice.
The king knew not that this amount would be
Over eighteen quintillion grains of rice. (18,446,7000,000,000,000,000)
Today’s sonnet contains homonyms and
Parts of speech used as other such parts of speech
It has meanings so numerous, only
A computer could count them. However,
Only a human could pick the right one.