by Jeffrey Scherer | Dec 25, 2020 | Cultural, Health, People, Politics, Social, social media, Teaching, Uncategorized, writing |
As 2020 comes to a close, I thought I would make my last post of the year about this eventful and bizarre year. All of us have experienced 2020 in different ways. For me, this year has brought revelations and important moments for learning about the world around me...
by Jeffrey Scherer | Sep 25, 2020 | Cultural, Health, People, Philosphy, Politics, Social, social media, Teaching, Testing, Uncategorized, writing |
When I was a kid and working on my homework, I had a habit of asking mom how to spell a word. She was adamant that I look up the word. I don’t recall her ever helping me in that way. After a while I got so used to looking up the words that it became a pleasant...
by Jeffrey Scherer | Sep 5, 2020 | Uncategorized |
The German philosopher Martin Heidegger stated: “It is because of an inclination toward falling (Verfallensgeneightheit) that the factical life, which is always in fact that of the individual, is not usually lived in that way.” As Wolfram Eilenberger states in his new...
by Jeffrey Scherer | Jun 13, 2020 | Cultural, Health, People, Philosphy, Politics, Social, social media, Teaching, Uncategorized, writing |
“In the time of universal deceit telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.” —George Orwell In early 2016, I had a heated on-line debate with a Native American political activist from Minneapolis who was advocating that Native Americans vote for...
by Jeffrey Scherer | Apr 12, 2020 | Cultural, Health, painting, People, Philosphy, Politics, Social, social media, Uncategorized, writing |
In these days of self isolation and radical people avoidance measures, we are all facing our inner selves in many ways. Some are in denial and reaching for spirits beyond reason to justify a closeness that will likely kill many of them. Others are relishing this time...
by Jeffrey Scherer | Jan 31, 2020 | Uncategorized |
At last I find At last I find in my confusèd soul, Dark with the dark flame of the cypresses, The certitude that I cannont be whole, Consummate, finally achieved, unless I be consumed and fused in the white heat Of her sad finite essence, so that none Shall sever us...
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