All posts by Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan graduated from Mary Washington College in 1994 with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. He spent several years a news reporter and editorial writer for the Culpeper Star Exponent in Culpeper, Virginia. His work has also appeared on the front pages of numerous newspapers in Virginia, including The Free Lance – Star and The Daily Progress. Eric entered the field of philanthropy in 1996, as a grant writer for nonprofit healthcare organizations. Eric’s poetry has been featured by Dead Beats Literary Blog, Dagda Publishing, The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archive, and elsewhere. His poetry will also be published by Illumen Magazine in its Spring 2014 issue.

Open Sesame.

Yes, it is good to be open-minded. But being open-minded doesn’t automatically confer veracity onto the claim you are examining.  And that’s useful to remember in an age in which we’re confronted with seemingly endless conspiracy theories – about elections, vaccines, the media … and even cell phone towers, fluoride toothpaste or space aliens.

Here’s an example. Suppose we are watching a video online that says space aliens have infiltrated NASA.

You are (admirably) an open-minded person if you are willing to consider the point of view being presented. Good on you.

But that doesn’t mean the conclusions presented are real or true. (They do not become factual simply because of your state of mind.)

It doesn’t even mean that they are more likely to be true. (They should not be considered more plausible because of your open-mindedness alone.)

We should EVALUATE claims and beliefs to determine whether they should be taken as true. If this isn’t easy to do conclusively, then we should evaluate the LIKELIHOOD that they are true. (And a guy like me would suggest that we try to use the best available evidence to determine that.)

Open-mindedness alone isn’t the decisive mental talent that you think it is, people. It definitely shouldn’t lead us to believe that aliens have invaded NASA, without a lot more rigorous investigation and thought. Chill with it.



Throwback Thursday: typing class!

I indeed took a typing class at Longwood High School in New York, circa … 1989 or so.  We used actual typewriters, as though they weren’t doomed to be obsolete soon after.

Typing was supposed to be a class that the shrewd kids took.  It had a reputation for being boring — but you’d supposedly thank yourself later, because you’d be leagues ahead of your peers either at college or in the workplace.

Oh, God, it was boring.  You never typed out anything interesting like a story about monsters or an Edgar Allan Poe poem.  It was always some inane, saccharine letter about children enjoying a summer camp.  That was one of the most excruciatingly tedious things my mind had ever encountered — made even more so by the fact that I had to navigate it at a snail’s pace.  (Even by the end of this class, I remained a terrible typist.  But you guys know that already know that … youve sene my various typpos right her at this blog, right?)

I can’t believe I still remember that damn summer camp letter.  It’s funny how the mind works.  I guess that letter will haunt me until the end of my days.  Stupid kids and their stupid fictional laughter.

(Via the Do You Remember When Facebook page.)



TYping

“Landscape from Ukraine,” Stanisław Masłowski, circa 1878

Oil on panel.

Muzeum Narodowe w Warszawie ;;;fot.
Muzeum Narodowe w Warszawie ;;;fot.

I use puns to mock the illnesses of strangers.

I AM A SUPERVILLAIN.

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“Death on a Horseback,” Odilon Redon, 1899

I do realize that I’ve been posting a lot of work lately by French symbolist Odilon Redon.  Just let me know if starts getting Redondant.



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Movie screeners for members of the Screen Actors Guild (SAG-AFTRA)

I thought these were pretty neat.  Maybe I’m just a dork, though.



I got my Covid-19 booster shot.

Thanks, science.

Booster

“Christ,” Odilon Redon

Lithograph.

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Fun* fact — once you turn 50, your eyes start getting even WORSE.  Like worse than they did with equal spontaneity right after your 40th birthday.








*The reader of this blog agrees that “fun” is an entirely subjective term, and releases the author from any liability resulting from differences in taste.  Facts are not guaranteed to be fun.

Cheddar-burger.

Cheddar-burger, cheddar-burger, burnin’ in the pan.
Get rid of that smoke with the overhead fan.
I don’t wanna start an actual fire,
because then I would be a homeless man.