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…only fools optimize for wisdom. This is one of my favorite PG essays in a long while. Paul says this about those who optimize for smartness over wisdom,
Instead of obliterating your idiosyncrasies in an effort to make yourself a neutral vessel for the truth, you select one and try to grow it from […]

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This post details a strategy I employ to optimize one of my scarcest resources: brainpower.

Don’t think, go with your gut.
If you’re a beginner, your gut is probably wrong. Experts can skip to step 3, otherwise,
Be surprised at how wrong you are.
This step is key. If you’re not surprised, and you don’t examine the […]

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I decided to conclude my women’s issue media-themed weekend with Todd Haynes’ illegal, quasi-PSA/melodrama/biography about Karen Carpenter, Superstar. I was intrigued by the description of the film on Elvis Mitchell’s The Treatment. Having muddled through my feelings on some perplexing aspects of femininity beautified and celebrated by Almodovar, in his latest, Volver, I […]

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I finally signed up for yelp and wrote my first review.

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I haven’t had a nightmare in ages, but I do have chaotic, sometimes apocalyptic dreams. One of the recurring themes features an ocean whose tide waxes against the beach, raising the sea level by several feet after each recession. Last night, I had my electronics spread out on the sandy turf. […]

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As I listened to Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s essay on NPR’s This I Believe, I grew steadily more excited, hearing my own feelings on belief and happiness echoed quite precisely. If you flip through my past posts, you will see that this essay even speaks using some of the same terminology as I do. […]

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If Only Her Highness
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Josh tagged me, so here’s my list.

I was denied a job at the See-Eye-Ay (doubt that’ll fool their spy-bots) because their polygraph test told me I was lying when I wasn’t. This was only the beginning of my disgust for ‘the man’.
I have 100+ episodes of I Love Lucy on VHS tapes that I […]

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Exhausted and crumpled on a couch where I know I shouldn’t be.  Tail too tired to wag, but door creaks and I perk.  Familiar smell followed by unfamiliar brings those curiosity pangs.  Worse than the hunger kind.  I am big and alpha.  It yips madly, so I spring and defend.
I don’t understand breeds, except this […]

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