My favouritest raincoat in the whole world has died. I feel so sad for it. I bought it in Northern Wales, where it cost me 20 pounds or so, and it has been perfect-- at least until now. Extremely lightweight, it came with its own handy bag into which it could be scrunched-- which is why it was called a "Mac In A Sac". Made it very easy to take it along and be prepared. It breathed beautifully so I didn't sweat copiously. It was large enough to fit over my winter coat. It has kept me dry for five years, including a Welsh winter and spring. In short, it was perfect.
But now it is no longer able to fulfill its duties. After five years of faithful duty, the waterproof coating inside is cracked and peeling. I discovered this as I got steadily damper while waiting for the bus the other day.
It's very sad. I don't know what I'll do. I won't throw it out-- it has been too faithful a friend to end so ignominously. I guess now I will check out the various outdoor stores and see if I can find something similar here or, if that fails, I suppose I could use the marvels of the internet to procure one from the UK.
Those Brits sure know how to make a good raincoat...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
You Can't Kill A Coon
The Toronto CBC station has been doing a series on critters--coons, skunks, groundhogs, possums, etc--in the city. Now, as far as I'm concerned these things are ugly little pests and I have no problem at all with them being....err.... killed. I mean, I grew up on a farm and understand how destructive these beasties can be-- both the damage they cause directly and the disease they can carry. I certainly don't belong to the 'save the coons' club. So here's what I learned the other day about how Toronto dwellers deal with their pests:
First off, you can't poison them. Not allowed. You can trap them, but you still have a problem: it's illegal to drown the thing because that has been ruled inhumane by the courts (HA! Think about that for a minute!). You can't shoot them because you're not allowed to use firearms within the city. You can try to relocate them, but the law says they have to be released within one kilometer of the trap site. What good is that going to do? Your only legal option, in the City of TOronto, to kill a nuisance animal is to hire a vet to euthanize it. Can you believe that??
Of course, city dwellers like to take their garbage to the countryside, and that garbage includes unwanted animals, both domestic and wild. Let's point out here that these animals are also pests to farmers and country-dwellers. Relocating them can spread disease to new areas. And the new area likely alread has its proper population of the beasties. But, and this made me roll my eyes even further back into my head, the expert they had on said that you shouldn't relocate the animals to the country because they're used to eating garbage and don't know how to scavange and the dear little darling might starve.
All I can do is shake my head. City people are left with no legal way to deal with exploding populations of nuisance animals. Nuisance animals are considered so precious that they can't even be drowned. They have more rights than many HUMANS on this planet. I'm all for protecting animals and taking care of them responsibly, but this is really going too far. Don't talk animal rights to me until we've learned to take care of our fellow human beings.
First off, you can't poison them. Not allowed. You can trap them, but you still have a problem: it's illegal to drown the thing because that has been ruled inhumane by the courts (HA! Think about that for a minute!). You can't shoot them because you're not allowed to use firearms within the city. You can try to relocate them, but the law says they have to be released within one kilometer of the trap site. What good is that going to do? Your only legal option, in the City of TOronto, to kill a nuisance animal is to hire a vet to euthanize it. Can you believe that??
Of course, city dwellers like to take their garbage to the countryside, and that garbage includes unwanted animals, both domestic and wild. Let's point out here that these animals are also pests to farmers and country-dwellers. Relocating them can spread disease to new areas. And the new area likely alread has its proper population of the beasties. But, and this made me roll my eyes even further back into my head, the expert they had on said that you shouldn't relocate the animals to the country because they're used to eating garbage and don't know how to scavange and the dear little darling might starve.
All I can do is shake my head. City people are left with no legal way to deal with exploding populations of nuisance animals. Nuisance animals are considered so precious that they can't even be drowned. They have more rights than many HUMANS on this planet. I'm all for protecting animals and taking care of them responsibly, but this is really going too far. Don't talk animal rights to me until we've learned to take care of our fellow human beings.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Waiting For Thebus*
I keep feeling like I'm supposed to be somewhere else right now... like maybe at work, or something, or in another class. Which is crazy, because work is closed today and I've been to all my classes...
I was thinking while waiting at the bus stop... why is waiting always more tolerable when you know exactly how long you're going to have to wait for? The bus stops all have phone numbers you can call to find out when the next bus is coming. I called while waiting today, to find out that I had either just missed the bus or was just in time for the bus (fortunately the latter!) and it got me to thinking about why we like to have a time limit on our waiting. Knowing the bus will be there in five minutes doesn't make the time go any faster, and it doesn't make the bus come sooner. You risk being upset if the bus is late. But still, somehow just knowing that you have only approximately five minutes to wait is better than not knowing how long you have to wait. Any thoughts out there on why?
I think that by the time I get my car back, I will have forgotten that I have a car. I will probably drive it some place, park, do my errands or whatever and then take the bus home.
I was thinking while waiting at the bus stop... why is waiting always more tolerable when you know exactly how long you're going to have to wait for? The bus stops all have phone numbers you can call to find out when the next bus is coming. I called while waiting today, to find out that I had either just missed the bus or was just in time for the bus (fortunately the latter!) and it got me to thinking about why we like to have a time limit on our waiting. Knowing the bus will be there in five minutes doesn't make the time go any faster, and it doesn't make the bus come sooner. You risk being upset if the bus is late. But still, somehow just knowing that you have only approximately five minutes to wait is better than not knowing how long you have to wait. Any thoughts out there on why?
I think that by the time I get my car back, I will have forgotten that I have a car. I will probably drive it some place, park, do my errands or whatever and then take the bus home.
Turned out the assignment I stayed up late to finish last night isn't due until NEXT Monday. Which also happens to be the same Monday on which I have two midterms. Yikes. I had better get studying...
For the record, I have made 106 blog posts since I started this thing. This will be post 107. Who bothers to read this stuff, anyway?
* My version of waiting for godot...
Saturday, October 14, 2006
A Good Ending to a Bad Week
This cold, wet weather that's been hanging around is just the sort of weather that makes me want to snuggle up at home in my flannel jammies, light a few candles, and lose myself in something pleasurable, whether it be a just-for-interest book or working on a new painting. I am definitely the hibernating sort of person when the clouds hang around.
You'll be glad to hear that my bad week ended yesterday. Yes, Friday the 13th was a good day. I went to work, and finally siginificant steps are happening with my work project. That is very encouraging and renews my energy for the project.
The other beautiful thing that happened yesterday, and which is way more beautiful than going to work, is that I got to see Boy! Boy came down for a visit, and we went to the Humanities Society formal. This year it was held at Liuna Station, a very glam place! There were only about 80 people there, of which I knew two. A friend I had encouraged to come came, and it was nice to hang out together outside of class. There were place settings for a hundred, which meant that some of the tables weren't filled-- there were only 5 of us at our table for ten, and around a large table I found the conversation hard to hear. But the food was good, it was great to have an excuse to dress up and go out and just have fun. My friend, for whom I need to think of an online nickname, is an exchange student from England and she was saying that her parents started taking her to balls when she was little-- she certainly appears to be a walking handbook on etiquette, something many of us backwood colonials could use! Anyway, Boy and I didn't stay until 1; we actually left shortly after 10. Our excuse was that we were old people. We had both worked all day and I had to work Saturday, and I was a little tired and more than a little sore. They did play two decent slow songs amongs all the rhythmic noise (which I just don't know how to dance to) before we left. I do like to dance, especially with Boy.
Tomorrow is Sunday, and I'm working again. Yes, I am adjusting to taking the bus all the time and since I haven't been injured by the bus again this week, I think I might survive until I get my car back. I am looking forward to doing some painting at work later this week-- it is fun to be paid for doing something you like to do anyway. I am also looking forward to getting my Greek test back-- on the last one I got 19/20, and I'm hoping that I can maintain this level of studying to get more marks like that! I have a short paper to write for Monday, as well as more Greek homework. And I want to do some baking... I was thinking maybe cookies in the shape of pumpkins?
I also now have the pics from our trip to Washington. I'm not going to post them on the website, as they will take up loads of space, but if you do want to see them I can email my nifty slide show to you once I have it done.
I certainly recognize that my last blogpost was a little on the grim side; don't think I'm always like that! I certainly don't think I'm a negative person, but I do, just like everyone else, have my down times.
You'll be glad to hear that my bad week ended yesterday. Yes, Friday the 13th was a good day. I went to work, and finally siginificant steps are happening with my work project. That is very encouraging and renews my energy for the project.
The other beautiful thing that happened yesterday, and which is way more beautiful than going to work, is that I got to see Boy! Boy came down for a visit, and we went to the Humanities Society formal. This year it was held at Liuna Station, a very glam place! There were only about 80 people there, of which I knew two. A friend I had encouraged to come came, and it was nice to hang out together outside of class. There were place settings for a hundred, which meant that some of the tables weren't filled-- there were only 5 of us at our table for ten, and around a large table I found the conversation hard to hear. But the food was good, it was great to have an excuse to dress up and go out and just have fun. My friend, for whom I need to think of an online nickname, is an exchange student from England and she was saying that her parents started taking her to balls when she was little-- she certainly appears to be a walking handbook on etiquette, something many of us backwood colonials could use! Anyway, Boy and I didn't stay until 1; we actually left shortly after 10. Our excuse was that we were old people. We had both worked all day and I had to work Saturday, and I was a little tired and more than a little sore. They did play two decent slow songs amongs all the rhythmic noise (which I just don't know how to dance to) before we left. I do like to dance, especially with Boy.
Tomorrow is Sunday, and I'm working again. Yes, I am adjusting to taking the bus all the time and since I haven't been injured by the bus again this week, I think I might survive until I get my car back. I am looking forward to doing some painting at work later this week-- it is fun to be paid for doing something you like to do anyway. I am also looking forward to getting my Greek test back-- on the last one I got 19/20, and I'm hoping that I can maintain this level of studying to get more marks like that! I have a short paper to write for Monday, as well as more Greek homework. And I want to do some baking... I was thinking maybe cookies in the shape of pumpkins?
I also now have the pics from our trip to Washington. I'm not going to post them on the website, as they will take up loads of space, but if you do want to see them I can email my nifty slide show to you once I have it done.
I certainly recognize that my last blogpost was a little on the grim side; don't think I'm always like that! I certainly don't think I'm a negative person, but I do, just like everyone else, have my down times.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
My Tale of Woe
or
Why I Should Have Spent the Week in Bed
Monday my mom drives me back from the farm. I'm tired and cranky because I didn't get a badly needed nap and I'm starting to come down with a headache. From time to time I get these severe headaches with the fibro, but this is not a good time because I have to study for my midterm first thing Tuesday morning. The headache continues to get worse, and not only does Tylenol 3 not even touch it, it just keeps getting worse. Studying doesn't happen and I try to sleep. By three in the morning I am completely nauseas and in tears. If I had had someone to drive me I would have gone to the hospital-- it was easily a 12 out of 10 on the pain scale, and I have never experienced anything so vicious before. I make plans to take the bus to the hospital first thing in the morning if it hasn't let up. Eventually I manage to get to sleep, and when I do wake up the pain has subsided.
I was going to wake up early to study before my midterm on Tuesday morning, but because of the lack of sleep Monday night, it didn't happen. I woke up late. I also woke up Tuesday morning to Niagara Falls coming through my bathroom ceiling. This is the fourth time the ceiling's leaked since I moved in (January). I have spoken to the super about it once before. I emailed the super right away Tuesday morning and asked that it be properly investigated and repaired, but I have yet to hear back. Then I had to take the bus to class, and of course the King buses are so darn full of students trying to get to school that I had to wait for the third bus. I was a few minutes late for class. The next day, Wednesday, the prof mentions that he has looked at the midterms and is not impressed.
Wednesday I take the bus to my one hour of class. I spend more time on the bus than in class, but I'm not walking because not only is it pouring rain but I am also in substantial pain. Again, King busses are full and two or three go by. The next one I try to get on, but after a few people are on the bus, the driver closes the door-- literally right on me. I get whacked in the head and am feeling pretty pissed off. (To fully understand this, you need to know that with the fibro, especially during a flare, the minorest bumps and knocks are amplified a million-fold.) I can't write notes, so I record the lecture. I take the bus home, shove some food in my mouth, shower (I got up too late to shower in the morning) and then head off to the bus stop. Turns out I just missed the bus I needed. To take the bus to work, I have to take a bus all the way downtown and then all the way back out to work. It would be faster to walk, but I can't. Between missing the first bus and the circituous route to work, I wind up being fifteen minutes late for work. Wet, tired and still in pain. This is my second big late at work; one more and I get hauled up by HR. I put the honest time on the sign-in sheet, but I am doubtful whether anyone has actually noticed that I've shown up. I did leave a message on the voicemail letting them know I'd be late, but no one says anything to me. Of course, no one comes into the museum all day.
Today, I still haven't heard from the super about the leak (which has ceased leaking for now). I haven't had a proper chat with Boy since Monday afternoon, because when he called last night Iwas half-asleep. I took the bus today to class, as usual. And of course, I have to wait while three or four busses go by. At least I don't get shut in the door. I think my Greek test went okay, but I'm not counting on anything at this point. I am so tired, I just want to go home and sleep. My classes finish at 1.30, but it takes me until 2.45 to actually get into my apartment. I have to wait half an hour for the Aberdeen bus and it is cold and raining and trying to do the wet flurry thing. My last lecture was pathetically boring, although that could be b/c the TA was teaching it instead of the prof. At least the prof is funny and keeps us entertained. I just found out today that my niece's dedication service at church (in another city) is on Sunday. But I can't go because I don't have a car, and even if I did I still have to work in the afternoon and it's too short of notice to get the time off. Today I find out that my car isn't even going into the shop until Tuesday, which means goodness only knows when I will actually get it back. It also means that I'm going to be without a car for at least two weeks, and I am already sick of taking the bus EVERYWHERE, it is such a waste of time. It takes forever to get anywhere-- I should walk to work, but with this crappy weather and the pain, that's not happening.
And then I get home today to hear a message from the bank that my account's been overdrawn. Better overdrawn than a bounced rent cheque, I guess, but still....
Can anything more happen? I'm afraid to ask. I'm going to bed and crying.... until I have to get up to take the @!&^@)$*%$&* bus to work tomorrow morning.
I was going to wake up early to study before my midterm on Tuesday morning, but because of the lack of sleep Monday night, it didn't happen. I woke up late. I also woke up Tuesday morning to Niagara Falls coming through my bathroom ceiling. This is the fourth time the ceiling's leaked since I moved in (January). I have spoken to the super about it once before. I emailed the super right away Tuesday morning and asked that it be properly investigated and repaired, but I have yet to hear back. Then I had to take the bus to class, and of course the King buses are so darn full of students trying to get to school that I had to wait for the third bus. I was a few minutes late for class. The next day, Wednesday, the prof mentions that he has looked at the midterms and is not impressed.
Wednesday I take the bus to my one hour of class. I spend more time on the bus than in class, but I'm not walking because not only is it pouring rain but I am also in substantial pain. Again, King busses are full and two or three go by. The next one I try to get on, but after a few people are on the bus, the driver closes the door-- literally right on me. I get whacked in the head and am feeling pretty pissed off. (To fully understand this, you need to know that with the fibro, especially during a flare, the minorest bumps and knocks are amplified a million-fold.) I can't write notes, so I record the lecture. I take the bus home, shove some food in my mouth, shower (I got up too late to shower in the morning) and then head off to the bus stop. Turns out I just missed the bus I needed. To take the bus to work, I have to take a bus all the way downtown and then all the way back out to work. It would be faster to walk, but I can't. Between missing the first bus and the circituous route to work, I wind up being fifteen minutes late for work. Wet, tired and still in pain. This is my second big late at work; one more and I get hauled up by HR. I put the honest time on the sign-in sheet, but I am doubtful whether anyone has actually noticed that I've shown up. I did leave a message on the voicemail letting them know I'd be late, but no one says anything to me. Of course, no one comes into the museum all day.
Today, I still haven't heard from the super about the leak (which has ceased leaking for now). I haven't had a proper chat with Boy since Monday afternoon, because when he called last night Iwas half-asleep. I took the bus today to class, as usual. And of course, I have to wait while three or four busses go by. At least I don't get shut in the door. I think my Greek test went okay, but I'm not counting on anything at this point. I am so tired, I just want to go home and sleep. My classes finish at 1.30, but it takes me until 2.45 to actually get into my apartment. I have to wait half an hour for the Aberdeen bus and it is cold and raining and trying to do the wet flurry thing. My last lecture was pathetically boring, although that could be b/c the TA was teaching it instead of the prof. At least the prof is funny and keeps us entertained. I just found out today that my niece's dedication service at church (in another city) is on Sunday. But I can't go because I don't have a car, and even if I did I still have to work in the afternoon and it's too short of notice to get the time off. Today I find out that my car isn't even going into the shop until Tuesday, which means goodness only knows when I will actually get it back. It also means that I'm going to be without a car for at least two weeks, and I am already sick of taking the bus EVERYWHERE, it is such a waste of time. It takes forever to get anywhere-- I should walk to work, but with this crappy weather and the pain, that's not happening.
And then I get home today to hear a message from the bank that my account's been overdrawn. Better overdrawn than a bounced rent cheque, I guess, but still....
Can anything more happen? I'm afraid to ask. I'm going to bed and crying.... until I have to get up to take the @!&^@)$*%$&* bus to work tomorrow morning.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Too Honest For My Own Good?
When I sign a visa slip or do a debit card transaction, I always make sure to double check the amount. I guess Thursday was such a not-nice day that I didn't pick up on the error on my visa transaction until I looked at the receipt again today: The total invoice amount was $141.31 (of which $90 was just to tell me what was wrong with the car and how much more I should spend) but the visa slip said $14.31. A difference of one digit, but a very significant difference. What to do? I could see this as a gift and keep the $127-- I mean, I am a poor student in a difficult situation afterall. But no, I decided to call the dealership and sort it out correctly. Was this the right course of action? I may never know, but at least I tried to do what was right.
Today is a good day, bright and sunny. And I am relatively pain-free, which also helps to make it a good day. I worked a little in my garden, have the windows wide open and the curtains pulled aside to let all the sunshine possible in. The only thing that would have made this morning even better would have been sleeping in. Now that Muggs is used to my new schedule she won't let me sleep in past a quarter after eight. She worries that I am missing the bus or I'll be late for work or something. Oh well, I'll just have to take an afternoon nap. After I'm done procrastinating on my studying....
Today is a good day, bright and sunny. And I am relatively pain-free, which also helps to make it a good day. I worked a little in my garden, have the windows wide open and the curtains pulled aside to let all the sunshine possible in. The only thing that would have made this morning even better would have been sleeping in. Now that Muggs is used to my new schedule she won't let me sleep in past a quarter after eight. She worries that I am missing the bus or I'll be late for work or something. Oh well, I'll just have to take an afternoon nap. After I'm done procrastinating on my studying....
Thursday, October 05, 2006
One More Word
And one more word of advice: NEVER think that you can fit a work meeting in between classes. Because you will wind up missing class. This week I missed FIVE classes for work: two because of a programme and three because work meetings take SO STINKING LONG.
Sick Cars Suck... And Really Sick Cars Really Suck
What a beautiful fall day! Just the kind of day I love: leaves turning, sunny, blue sky, cool.... so why am I feeling so down?
Let me tell you: my car is sick. Quite sick. $1600 worth of sick, to be exact. And I don't have $1600. And then I called the loan people to see how much I still owe on the car, and that was only more depressing.
People, learn from my mistake: if there is the REMOTEST possibility that you will EVER in this lifetime or the next go back to school, do not buy a car. IF you MUST buy a car, make it the CHEAPEST and smallest car you can possibly FIND. Because there is NOTHING worse than being in school with NO money and having a BROKEN car that you are TRYING so HARD to pay off and that you CANNOT AFFORD to fix.
Let me tell you: my car is sick. Quite sick. $1600 worth of sick, to be exact. And I don't have $1600. And then I called the loan people to see how much I still owe on the car, and that was only more depressing.
People, learn from my mistake: if there is the REMOTEST possibility that you will EVER in this lifetime or the next go back to school, do not buy a car. IF you MUST buy a car, make it the CHEAPEST and smallest car you can possibly FIND. Because there is NOTHING worse than being in school with NO money and having a BROKEN car that you are TRYING so HARD to pay off and that you CANNOT AFFORD to fix.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Cheaters
Check out this Sept. 20th article in the Toronto Star. It reports that:
MBA students in Canada and the United States are more likely to cheat than students in other disciplines because they believe it is how the business world operates — and because they believe their peers cheat, according to a new study.
The study found that 56 per cent of graduate business students admitted to cheating in the last year, compared with 47 per cent of non-business students. More than 5,000 MBA students from 11 graduate business schools in Canada and 21 schools in the U.S. took part.
So it looks like, to me anyway, that the problem with ethics in big corporations starts pretty early on. Boy, who has an MBA (he says he didn't cheat) and an engineering degree, says that cheating in engineering was rampant.
I guess I have two things going for me here: I'm an arts student and I was raised too well. I've never cheated on a test, never plagarized a paper, never done (or copied) someone else's work. But you know what? Even if not cheating puts me a little behind the cheaters in the short term, at least in the long term I will be able to stand on my own two feet and think and formulate arguements for myself....
MBA students in Canada and the United States are more likely to cheat than students in other disciplines because they believe it is how the business world operates — and because they believe their peers cheat, according to a new study.
The study found that 56 per cent of graduate business students admitted to cheating in the last year, compared with 47 per cent of non-business students. More than 5,000 MBA students from 11 graduate business schools in Canada and 21 schools in the U.S. took part.
So it looks like, to me anyway, that the problem with ethics in big corporations starts pretty early on. Boy, who has an MBA (he says he didn't cheat) and an engineering degree, says that cheating in engineering was rampant.
I guess I have two things going for me here: I'm an arts student and I was raised too well. I've never cheated on a test, never plagarized a paper, never done (or copied) someone else's work. But you know what? Even if not cheating puts me a little behind the cheaters in the short term, at least in the long term I will be able to stand on my own two feet and think and formulate arguements for myself....
Some Thoughts on History
I posted this today on a class discussion board, and thought I would share. I am sure that some of you more logical and philosophical people will no doubt enjoy poking holes in what I've written, but try to see the bigger thought I'm trying to express....
Message no. 93
Date: Sunday, October 1, 2006 4:46pm
I think that history when it is studied by humans cannot be objective. Each person approaches history with a different background, different ideas and a certain amount of bias. Being aware of this allows us to take steps to reduce the degree to which our personal bias affects our understanding of history, but it doesn't become completely objective. Even the people who were participating in history/historical events have differing perspectives on what happened.
I like to think that there is a concrete set of facts of "what actually happened." But, as long as people are people and are thinking and coming up with ideas, people can't be 100% objective about history. While we are, to some degree, 'outside' of the picture when studying history, and so tempted to think we are being objective, we still do not see the entire picture, or the "truth about what actually happened" becuase even the sources we rely on for the "facts" are biased. I'm sure we've all been in situations where two (or more) people have seen exactly the same thing, yet each person has a completely different recall/interpretation of the event.
Having these many different view points makes the study of history more interesting because we can draw out the differing perspectives of the various participants in history, as well as interpret the facts with different approaches to draw out the many sides of each story. I certainly think that we should try to be as objective as we can, but we certainly also need to be aware that each person comes to the table with biases influenced and shaped by personal ideas and backgrounds, as well as culture as a whole.
Being aware of our own biases and our background or worldview and being open to looking at other interpretations is, I think, one of the most important things we can do when studying history.
That's my two cents worth!
Message no. 93
Date: Sunday, October 1, 2006 4:46pm
I think that history when it is studied by humans cannot be objective. Each person approaches history with a different background, different ideas and a certain amount of bias. Being aware of this allows us to take steps to reduce the degree to which our personal bias affects our understanding of history, but it doesn't become completely objective. Even the people who were participating in history/historical events have differing perspectives on what happened.
I like to think that there is a concrete set of facts of "what actually happened." But, as long as people are people and are thinking and coming up with ideas, people can't be 100% objective about history. While we are, to some degree, 'outside' of the picture when studying history, and so tempted to think we are being objective, we still do not see the entire picture, or the "truth about what actually happened" becuase even the sources we rely on for the "facts" are biased. I'm sure we've all been in situations where two (or more) people have seen exactly the same thing, yet each person has a completely different recall/interpretation of the event.
Having these many different view points makes the study of history more interesting because we can draw out the differing perspectives of the various participants in history, as well as interpret the facts with different approaches to draw out the many sides of each story. I certainly think that we should try to be as objective as we can, but we certainly also need to be aware that each person comes to the table with biases influenced and shaped by personal ideas and backgrounds, as well as culture as a whole.
Being aware of our own biases and our background or worldview and being open to looking at other interpretations is, I think, one of the most important things we can do when studying history.
That's my two cents worth!
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