Scientific proof that Democrats ignore facts.

Nope. I wrote precisely what I felt like writing about, regardless of any socially built in constraints the audience might have had, including HIM.

 

"Didn't she have her own talk show for a short time?"

No, her oral skills were not focused on talking.

 

The idea that people who "believe" in something strongly will block out contradictory info is nothing new. Think about religion.

Self-examination (for the life of me i cannot think of the term I want to use here...you know...examining your own biases and prejudinces) has been very helpful to me. It is very time consuming though, so I try to reserve it for things that are important TO MY INTERACTIONS with the world.

Example.....religion....how does it hurt anyone or affect my life negatively if I believe in Jesus Christ. I do not NEED to learn or read about things that would "prove" I am wrong.

Race relations....it is VERY important that I examine any prejudices I harbor for minorities...both for my job and personal life.

Medical issues....If you think condoms will protect you from STD's...THAT could be potentially life threatening.

You also need to link this study with another from several years ago that showed the more people didn't doubt themselves, the more likely they needed to. The more self-confident you were, the more likely you just didn't know how little you really knew.....confusing huh!

 

Uh....I'm not so sure.

I took a class from an artist. He was a painter. One of the things he said that has stayed with me is this:

He that works with his hands is a worker.

He that works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.

He that works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.

Sounds to me like your Dad was an artist.

BTW the other thing he said that has stayed with me is:

"I'm not teaching you how to paint....I'm teaching you how to see."

I hope you and your brother treasure and appreciate your Father's art.

 

My dad did not innovate, he copied. He got his leather tooling patterns from books. He did beautiful, careful work that family members treasure, but he was a craftsman, not an artist.

Collectors who know leatherwork admire the effort put into his pieces and will remark on how difficult it is to find good leather tooling but they do not ask for a name or if any of his work is available for sale.

He had talented hands, always used his noodle, was very "Japanesey" (his parents were from Japan) in attempting to make everthing he did, no matter how small or mundane, perfect.

Dad wouldn't allow me to apply for a driver's license until I demonstrated changing a tire. I was a fifteen year old, five foot tall girl. Read the manual, demonstrated proper placement of the jack and blocked the tires, hoisted the car, jumped up on the tire iron to get the lug nuts off, removed the tire, muscled the spare out of the Galaxy 500's trunk, got the spare up on the axle, tightened the nuts to Dad's satisfaction, eased the car back down.

Dad grunted and told mom that, okay, I could take my driver's license exam. He made my older brother replace the regular tire.

Ten years later I got a flat on a dark street in a nasty section of town. Yeah, it was raining. There was one home on the block with a lit window. Thought about it for two seconds, jumped out of the car and opened the trunk. After less than fifteen minutes, silently thanked my father, wiped the water from my face and drove towards home.

 

My Galaxie was white! What color was yours.

 

Funny - my folks preferred blue cars but I think their Galaxy was green.

 

my dad sent me a joke and i have to post it...it seems so appropriate

Subject: Evolution in Mathmatics in the USA

Last week I purchased a burger and fries at McDonalds for

$3.58.

The counter girl took my $4.00 and I pulled 8 cents

from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there,

holding the nickel and 3 pennies while looking at the

screen! On her register, I sensed her discomfort and

tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but

she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to

explain the transaction to her, she stood there and

cried.

Why do I tell you this?

Because of the evolution in teaching math since the

1950s:

Teaching Math In 1950

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His

cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his

profit?

Teaching Math In 1960

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His

cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What

is his profit?

Teaching Math In 1970

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His

cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?

! Teaching Math In 1980

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100 His

cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20 Your

assignment: Underline the number 20.

Teaching Math In 1990

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is

selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the

habitat of animals or the preservation of our

woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of

$20. What do you think of this way of making a living?

Topic for class participation after answering the

question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the

logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong

answers.)

Teaching Math In 2005

Un ranchero vende una carretera de madera para $100.

El cuesto de la produccion era $80. Cuantos tortillas

se puede comprar?