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From"How We Decide."

"When the mind is denied the emotional sting of losing it never figures out how to win. "

"Intelligent Intuition is the result of Deliberate Practice."

"Proverbs are short sentences drawn from long experience."Cervantes.

"Negative Feedback is the best kind."

"An Expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a narrow field." Neils Bohr

"Mistakes must be cultivated and carefully investigated.

"Self-criticism is the key to self-improvement."

"The most crucial ingredient of a successful education is the ability, desire, willingness to learn from mistakes."

The Work Ethic:  Instead of telling kids "you must be really smart," tell them, "You must have worked really hard." This reinforces the work ethic.

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The Relevant Quote:

"And, of course, that is what all of this is - all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs - that song, endlesly reincarnated - born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 - same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: Norman Rockwell Saved from Drowning #3

If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: Norman Rockwell Saved from Drowning #3: "Cousin Reginald Spells Peloponnesus (1918)"

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From Kirshnamurti: 

If you are really serious, to find out the implications of death, then you have to come into contact with that fact of death, actually come into contact with it - not theoretically, not as something which you have got to face, therefore let's face it, but rather by coming directly into contact with it, by dying. Dying - I mean by that word, coming to the end of all the things that you have known psychologically, your experiences, your pleasures, to die - every day. Otherwise, you will never know what death is; for it is only in the dying that there is something new, not in continuing the old. Most of us are so weighed down by the known, by the yesterday, by the memories, by the `me', the `self', which is but a bundle of memories accumulated yesterday, having no actual existence in itself. Die to those memories; actually die to a pleasure without any argument. If you know what it means to die to a pleasure, to something that you have taken great pleasure in - without argument, without postponement, without any sense of resentment, bitterness - that is what is going to happen when you do die. And to die every day, to everything that you have gathered psychologically, is to be totally reborn. If you do not die in that way, then you have the continual problem of this memory that you have accumulated as the `me' and the self-centred activity that we indulge in - the thought of `my' house, `my' family, `my' book, `my' fame, `my' loneliness - you know, that little entity that moves around incessantly within itself, with its own limited pattern of existence. Will that continue? - you understand? - that is the problem we have. Either one knows how to die every day, and dying actually, the mind is fresh, instant, eager, tremendously alive, or, there is this bundle of memories, of self-centred activity, with all its thoughts, searching for fulfilment, wanting to be somebody, imitating, copying. That whole network of thought - will that continue? - yet that is what we want to continue. We say, at the least, if I haven't fulfilled in this life, perhaps I will in the next. - J. Krishnamurti Talks in Europe 1967

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Behind every silver lining hides a cloud.

mek

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Do you think this is possible or true?

Consider this, which I find extremely important in understanding life:

A person with multiple personalities, only some of which are diabetic, is only insulin-deficient when in the diabetic personality!

mg

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Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. 

Albert Einstein
1879-1955

Here's something from an old Richard Russell letter: 

It's a slow day in a Texas town.The streets are deserted. The sun is beating down, business is lousy, everyone is in debt.

A man from the East comes into the local hotel, drops a hundred dollar bill on the desk saying that he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs and pick one. 

As soon as the tourist goes upstairs the hotel owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the hundred dollar bill and runs down the street to retire his debt to the pig farmer.

The pig farmer takes the $100 bill and goes to the Feed Supply Store to pay off his debt. 

The  guy at the Feed Supply Store takes the hundred and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, who, like everyone else in town, has been having hard times and has had to offer her 'services' on credit.

The hooker rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the proprietor. 

The hotel owner puts the hundred dollar bill on the counter so that the traveler will not suspect anything. 

At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, picks up the hundred dollar bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money and leaves town. 

No one produced anything. No one earned anything.

However, the whole town is now out of debt and looks to the future with a lot more optimism. 

Is that how the government is conducting business today?    

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Homage to Grandpa for Labor Day

Grandpa's dictums: taught to me while I sat on his knee:

"Repeat after me, Michael:"

"Hate the bosses, love the worker!"

"OK, Grandpa, 'Hate the bosses, love the worker'."

"Now, Michael, I want you to promise me that you'll never cross a picket line."

"I promise, Grandpa -- but what's a picket line?"

To paint over one dead animal may be regarded as a misfortune…

To paint over one dead animal may be regarded as a misfortune…

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Today, as if there wasn’t enough sadness in the world, the Guardian gives us more to shake our heads about. Has the dignity of the dead hedgehog fallen foul of efficiency accountants? Apparently, the taking-away-roadkill department didn’t turn up in time, so the road painters painted on according to schedule. Even penguins (who I haven’t mentioned nearly recently enough) go round a static object, rather than over it. A spokesman for Hartlepool borough council said, clearly with a degree of satisfaction and relief: ‘This is obviously an unfortunate incident, but it was the only one reported during the massive project.’ But all may not be what it seems.

In July the BBC reported something similar: slightly better, slightly worse, depending on how you look at it, though, of course, it’s of no concern to the dead creatures involved. Questions avalanche. Does the painting around rather than over show more respect for nature? Or a greater respect for badgers than hedgehogs? Or are these two incidents not a statistically weird coincidence at all? Are both the work of guerilla anti-health-and-safety activists out to shame a world where road painters are not allowed to move roadkill except by special training and licence? The fact that the Guardian report is also in the Mail suggests that this may well be the answer.

But perhaps we are witnessing a new real-world meme: something along the lines of the crop circle artists but with road traffic accidents as their canvas – this does not bode well if taken too far. Or it might tell us that painting long lines (double yellow or single white) over miles of roads is so boring and the quest for fame so great that people have taken to bringing dead hedgehogs and badgers to work with them to liven things up a bit and get the papers round. This, too, if taken further and into other boring areas of life, may not be pleasant.

Jenni Diski London Review of Books