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Big Data and artificial general intelligence companies, the new darlings of Silicon Valley and organizations concerned with international security, should pay heed to what has happened this year. The Brexit vote proved that assumptions of fact, the springboard for all deductive or inductive reasoning-- are heavily prone to human error.
A great way to focus your money and efforts is to set solid goals for yourself. This time, instead of just writing down the same old stuff like going to the gym and reading more -- blow out your ideal life. Plato wrote about his theory on true forms and I've applied it to people's lives.
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Contrary to media myth, today's younger generation is not disaffected or lost. They are less Sartre and more like Plato: giving back is suddenly cool again. There is a sense of urgency to change the w...
"Clicking" on Facebook to save the life of a child in the poorest regions of the world, language that seeps in to pricey corporate social responsibility campaigns online, encourages clicktivism and slacktivism. For any important issue, such as electoral reform, clicking on a petition or 'liking' a YouTube clip doesn't cut it.
Paula Deen has admitted to using language that most would call racist, and now her world has officially turned upside down. As a graphologist, I'm intrigued by what we might learn about people by taking a look at their handwriting. Paula Deen is an interesting case in point.
One of the reasons behind why the media focused on the "ruined" lives of the Steubenville rapists and ignored the suffering of their victim is this: we think she asked for it and doesn't deserve our empathy. She should have known better than to get drunk and lose consciousness at a party full of boys who, being victims of their inherent need for sexual violence, can't be blamed for being male.
So I'm standing outside "The Barn" restaurant ("It's called The Barn because all the animals go there" I was once told), having a smoke, and some hapless soul walks up and asks me for a cigarette. That'll teach me to open up a full pack on Queen Street. As I hand this guy his smoke, he looks at me, and in all sincerity asks "Do you know Tony?".
Like an ocean tide, the court lifted Nadal higher toward who knows where. His defeat took on the grandeur of a victory that outstripped the baser limitation of our terminal obsession with "winning."