The hope that humanity will one day expand beyond its solar system, drift in space on self-supporting vessels, and explore other planets is almost universal. The theme occupies a central place in science fiction. We know that one day the earth will be consumed by the sun as the latter becomes a red giant. And […]
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Due to challenging economic realities over the past decade, Higher Education has been forced to make itself more attractive to prospective students in order to remain functional, resulting in a transactional business environment between students and colleges. An ever-expanding corpus of mission statements and neatly manicured advertisements refers to students as “customers,” clients,” or “partners” in the learning process. To add to this pathetic misery, university brochures
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“What the hell did you do?” my wife asked me. She gave me that look. I’ve heard that question enough times to know I messed up big time. It was our thirtieth wedding anniversary. I decided to do something different. My wife had never seen my naked face. So I decided to shave my beard
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The state of California finally did something sensible and tightened up its vaccination rules for school children. I’d like to believe that reason carried the day, but I suspect having a measles outbreak associated with Disneyland provided a financial incentive that was at least as powerful as the science. And as expected, the antivaxxers went
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“Helicopter parenting” happens when mostly Baby Boomer mothers and fathers become overly involved in every aspect of their children’s lives. Among other things, helicopter parents contact their child’s bosses, teachers, coaches, and any other adult influence in the child’s life and intervene on the child’s behalf. Researchers have been watching this phenomenon grow like a malignant tumor over the past
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Mr. Robertson glared at me. Beads of sweat rolled off of his shaved head. Some of them ran over the prison tats that decorated his temples. The arms of the swastika rippled as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He wanted to argue with me. He wanted to challenge the statement I had just made.
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