Hubris
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Maybe I’m Wrong
“You have likely heard this expression: We learn from our mistakes. The process of science assures that we—at least some of us—will continue along an educational path, up to and until we are…
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Corsica (Without A Hint Of Napoleon)
“Didi found me a small pension in Calenzana, a nearby village notorious for being a center of the Union Corse and the white slave trade. ‘How can you go there on your own,’…
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My Three-Minute Love Affairs
“Today, after many classes where I was advised to think of each dance as a ‘three-minute love affair,’ and after scores of hours practicing in a studio, not to mention many, many nights…
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Letting Go of Donkeys
“Growing up on the island of Mykonos in the 1960s, my brother and I were the only blond and blue-eyed children in sight. In fact, we were among the very first foreigners to…
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Looking for a Label: Cynicism to Optimism
“I admit that I’m among the first to collect bad news to share with my wife and classes, but I do not feel that the Sermon on the Mount is on the rocks,…
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South Paw in Spring
“As a former journalist (or, rather, recovering journalist), I still retain some sleuthing chops, but I must admit that I have not been able to discover any salient details about Weekly Hubris’s resident…
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Ferlinghetti’s Interruption & Burning Prayers
“she brought me coffee in the rain and later in pink pajamas and slip on slippers she entered heaven where i was painting the doors white keep…
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The British Monarchy: Birds in a Gilded Cage (or Brilliant Scam-Artists?)
“People say, what does it matter? It’s harmless. The Queen is only a figurehead. It brings in the tourists. But she is more than a figurehead. Every piece of potential legislation that may…
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The Poetry of Sarah McCartt-Jackson
“For once we’ll write a poem again to wrens to dales to does/to all the things that cannot read a page but read the loam,/the air flush inside their nares, the undulating atoms…