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The Renaissance Myth: bref double

If genius is the thing that saves mankind by pulling it along above the mud, and with the rarest spark, inducing flames to warm against the night the coldest souls, then why does the world still seem deaf and lame? … Continue reading

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Outside the Box

The next idea, the one that rocks, will be born “outside of the box”, beyond the thinker’s comfort zone, where daring, they have gone alone into the dark and scary mists to reap the untold benefits. But once they get … Continue reading

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The Ten Percent Solution

Lobotomy perhaps provides the clues: that with what meager portion of the brain society encourages us to use and education bothers us to train, we think, and therefore are, so far reduced from what potential might be in the whole … Continue reading

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Death of a Circus Lion

His speech was almost poetry; I say almost, because to claim such subtle acts of sophistry as conscious art is to enflame the ire of critics, who exist with their sole purpose to decry encroachment on their world as lies, … Continue reading

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Artie Shaw

By the time I got to it, the clarinet was odd; a quaint small instrument for guys who never got the girls (even the ones who played and sat in the same orchestra rows day and day, year after year), … Continue reading

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Ray Charles: Eyesight From the Blind

In one of his early 70s comedy routines, Flip Wilson imagined a conversation between Christopher Columbus and Queen Isabella of Spain (and I paraphrase, as the album Cowboys and Colored People is long out of print and my vinyl is … Continue reading

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History Lessons

Well, my mom is visiting for a few days, having driven 2,500 miles on a cross-country jaunt to see not only me, but my sister in Tennessee, uncles and cousins in Cincinnati, the farm in Forest and then friends in … Continue reading

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