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I am fascinated by questions vastly more than answers. Socrates was a genius because he asked questions -- all the time. When I meet a company founder, he or she tends to ask bucket-loads of killer questions. Why is that?
"What did ya get?" "What did ya get?" I remember a holiday party as a child where two teenage boys hopped onto the telephone in the basement after a pious meal to ask their friends what new electronic...
Teachers are supposed to be experts. We chase monsters from under the bed, but we're not often prepared to admit to one of our own greatest fears as care givers and educators: that we don't have all the answers. There are many good things that can come from admitting you haven't got things sorted out yourself.
It is sadly becoming normal for guest speakers to be disrespected in places that we call "higher learning." Dressed as a vagina, Ethan Jackson felt right at home spewing what he believes to be well thought out highly educated views. They demand respect while denigrating the views of others, like Mr. Stephen Woodworth.
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."