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Freedom Fries Remembrance
I went to one of my favorite cheeseburger shacks and got one rather large order of freedom fries. Did you know that French President Jacques Chirac was actually in the United States attending a G-8 Summit in the State of Georgia, during the Funeral of former President of the United States Ronald Reagan? Did I mention that I am still upset that France
Informal Walden University finals week
Any university that uses the quarter system is going to be able to deliver content faster and more efficient, which is different from the current system requiring professors to cover one major topic for sixteen weeks. No formal information exchange network exists between academics and because of this lack of formality, every professor teaches a slightly different set of material, and on occasion teaches a radically different set of material. This has one major advantage and several problems, without a formal required set of teaching material in higher education every classroom is truly a part of a free market system testing validity and challenging the material. Under the current system, academics probably need to recognize that they should probably put together a list of the best material instead of allowing professors to draw on any publication.
Stronger Days
Well I have now started drinking this substance called Slim-Fast, which is evidently a meal option, for those who would rather drink than eat. While I really do like a good meal every once in awhile, the challenges of having to cook, cleanup, and decide what is for dinner waste a significant amount of my time every day, therefore I have decided to only have one meal a day and otherwise drink my meals. During the next few days, I am going to start looking forward to stronger days.
What a Lazy Weekend
Well I have not been doing very much over the last week. I have not been writing very much over the last week. My week has been spent napping, resting, and mostly eating food so I can take some painkillers. Having surgery is no joke, and it has been strange to have family members coming over to visit and say hello, people just stopping by for lunch, and just otherwise being curious about how I am doing. Monday is the day I will get to find out what exactly the diagnosis is when I return to visit the nice people at the doctor
Got Acronyms?
Since this is the weblog known as the Functional Journal of Nels Lindahl, perhaps it is time to deal with a very serious issue, how organizations decided that my name is really just as an acronym. In pursuit of the selfish hope that I do exist and am not a figment of my own imagination providing amusement to some larger purveyor of the fishbowl known as my life, this post challenges the notion that I am in fact an acronym. I know of six organizations, societies, and even businesses that think in fact, sadly continue to spread the rumor that I am an acronym.
The confines and politics of message
What people actually see and what they believe is becoming a fragmented mixture of manufactured reality achieved through the advent of perception by political flavor. In modern American politics, that idea that voters could get a fully flavored reality is sadly disappearing. For better or worse, we now know, more or less political flavor is an effect of political message and sadly not a function of argument and reason.
A Collection of Futurist Thoughts on History
Knowing who we are and where we are going is part of being able to visualize the dream. This essay is a collection of futurist thoughts on how history is developing. Describing the current state of the world and how that state is in the process of changing, requires being able to explain one potential dream for the future and use that perspective as a point of reference for discussion. Society is just beginning to enter the age of technology, less than fifty years ago people did not truly understand nuclear power, fusion, and more importantly the basic building blocks of the universe that unlock today the secrets of the technology of tomorrow.
