Thursday, September 12, 2013

Standardized tests

Vox Day today was going into the nature of standardized tests, in connection with his continuing (NOT "ongoing") war against a Mr. Scalzi.  So I thought I'd trot out my credentials, however irrelevant they may be .  I was a National Merit Semi-Finalist.  I got an 800 on the Graduate Record Exam (verbal portion, in 1974)  I passed two state bar exams, eighteen years apart, one in New Hampshire, one in Florida at the age of 55.  As to IQ, my parents wouldn't tell me the number.  They said there wasn't one.  I was "off the charts".

There, now, aren't you impressed?  C'mon, admit it!

Personally, I can't think of much of anything less relevant to my everyday life than standardized tests, except for the bar exams, which have enabled me to eke out a precarious living.

I am grateful for intellectual power and grasp, though, which, when combined with long-overdue persistence and perseverance, have enabled me to start writing something I think might be good.  See my other blog:

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Remembering twelve years ago

9/11 marked the first time I used internet news services instead of Dan Rather and the boys.  It happened in the morning, so the daily news wasn't able to deal with it.  But Drudge and Instapundit were.  No need to listen to local news to get a distorted picture of events.  Now we could get raw facts, from a lot of sources and do our own analysis.  Talk about scales dropping from eyes!  Even the New York Times would never be the same.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

September coming on

September is such a traitress.  Promises cool breezes and delivers 90-degree humidity.  But at least we know there's something cool out there waiting for us.  I am looking forward to some tap dancing tomorrow trying to fit Nietzsche into the events of 1870.  There must be some connection, right??

Monday, September 09, 2013

Back to Work

Is Obozo still whingeing about Syria?  Will a real man called Putin have to pull his donuts out of his coffee?  Well this is the first Monday night football game and my wife is out doing something called Zoomba, so, hey, does it get any better?  I think it involves automated vacuums, so when She (who must be obeyed!) gets back, I expect the rugs to be really clean!