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Academic Phrases and Meanings

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The following list of phrases and their definitions might help you understand the mysterious language of science and medicine. These special phrases are also applicable to anyone working on a Ph.D. dissertation or academic paper anywhere!

“It has long been known”… I didn’t look up the original reference.

“A definite trend is evident”… These data are practically meaningless.

“While it has not been possible to provide definite answers to the questions”… An unsuccessful experiment, but I still hope to get it published.

“Three of the samples were chosen for detailed study”… The other results didn’t make any sense.

“Typical results are shown”… This is the prettiest graph.

“These results will be in a subsequent report”… I might get around to this sometime, if pushed/funded.

“In my experience”… once “In case after case”… twice “In a series of cases”… thrice “It is believed that”… I think.

“It is generally believed that”… A couple of others think so, too.

“Correct within an order of magnitude”… Wrong.

“According to statistical analysis”… Rumor has it.

“A statistically oriented projection of the significance of these findings”… A wild guess.

“A careful analysis of obtainable data”… Three pages of notes were obliterated when I knocked over a glass of pop.

“It is clear that much additional work will be required before a complete understanding of this phenomenon occurs”… I don’t understand it.

“After additional study by my colleagues”… They don’t understand it either.

“Thanks are due to Joe Blotz for assistance with the experiment and to Cindy Adams for valuable discussions”… Mr. Blotz did the work and Ms. Adams explained to me what it meant.

“A highly significant area for exploratory study”… A totally useless topic selected by my committee.

“It is hoped that this study will stimulate further investigation in this field”… I quit.


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November 4, 2010 at 10:41 pm

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Music & The Brain…powerful Truth.

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Every time you’re listening to Music, whether is with or without lyrics, you are creating something. That which you’ve create has the power to fuel your soul continually at greater levels than just words, whether positive or not. That piece is going to be in your brain and off course can be redeemed if what you have created wasn’t so great. If it was positive would then still infusing greater amounts of endorphin as you engage to it when need it. We must paid attention to what we are creating, because it works fine also when the influence is negative, not that powerful, but works anyway.

Music is a great tool and goes to greater levels of influence as you grow in life. Music brings hope to the soul by infusing the right mixture of sounds and lyrics. Paid attention to what you are listening to, to what you are creating, to all you agree to…even far from your ears, then to your brain, thinking, hopes, words. All counts, all counts.

Listen to good stuff!!! (It makes you smarter) Lest Go!
Lest build something Greater!

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October 6, 2010 at 12:34 am

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Is Fear written in your Face?

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The Brilliant Self Talking comes to the Rescue! Once more.

I was just seating around writing some Poetry about my future. It came to my mind that I would be standing in front of what it is already written. Once there, what I am going to do about it? Laugh at? Be fearful? Nothing? Or I would switch my thinking? How ‘bout starting to position myself for that breakthrough? I believe I just nailed!

We tend to fight circumstances every day by engaging more pain to whatever is there already, by default. But, we have the great opportunity of becoming the solution of the problem by the way we respond to it. Lest face it, what can go wrong anyway? I must try!
Habits, Fears, Circumstances running the race for us is not going to make it.

Living in perspective is the starting point because without a picture of the ending, how the heck we are going to get there? Or even better…What is exactly what I desire? enough for me to be steadfast at the vision, the goal, the dream, and the breakthrough. With a perspective in paper we can do more since we now know how to romance whatever I had agreed to become. Because knowing who you are is in its very essence “all that together” your only and most fulfilling juice. Who does not want some? I do.

If today, looking at that mirror in the Den, all of a sudden you find yourself reflecting something you don’t want, and then ask yourself this question: “I am living it?” If the answer is Yes (a happy face full of truth), all is well with my soul. Otherwise, we have an awesome work to do to lead us into discovering WHO WE ARE. We are not fear, We are not hobbies, We are not pain, We are not lost, and We are not discouragement. That’s there to be overcome, to be won, to be forgotten, and some times forgiven. We, we are GREAT.

So, Today I was reminded of do my Self Talking in a “Brilliant Fashion”, taking the best radiant idea someone has about me. That person isn’t other than God Himself. I believe He is the kindest person in my experience ever. So from there I went to discover what He thinks of me. We think great about each other, we LOVE each other.

“We pursue each other”.

If God is Love, I want to become it. All start by HOW I THINK OF ME. Today, lest all think great of ourselves, regardless, because the truth is…We Are GREAT!! We Are!!!

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October 3, 2010 at 4:09 am

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Touching my dreams ahead
Goes the wind impatient like me
Suddenly…a warm smile surrenders, closer
Bringing company to my rest

Unconditional patience is wanted
For freedom to be full of graces
A mighty man’s heart approaches
And the signature is made into the heavens

Dwelling on the sweet breeze goes my heart
Searching to land safe go my hopes
Writing joy on my face goes a smile
Since your reflected peace reached my soul

Writing history with plenty of laughs
Walking paths as enlightening cities
Rising up dreams and advancing life
Goes both hearts as becoming one

A sweet parade at the bench full of roses
Dancing our hopes painted in the skin
Years went by bringing all blessings
And glad we are now having found sweet fruits

What the Heck is Faith?

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I’ve read about the words “substance” and “evidence” for this answer. Until, I was hungry by that “definition” and found out that it wasn’t its definition, but its consequence. So it read: “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Then the idea of blind faith isn’t any good. Faith is work. Indeed.

I thought that faith was kind of agreeing with what I want even if I know is not possible in supernatural terms, I’ve believe from a “blind faith”. But faith isn’t blind if you do more than just think about the situation. To really be faith it means that you have a certainty for it. Otherwise it would be wishful thinking. Now, that’s weird.

The word Faith comes from the word EMUNAH (Hebrew), that’s the cool part of learning more Hebrew (I wish I can learn more, I know like two words). So, the definition of Emunah is in essence: SUPPORT. Ok, too far here. Support what?

Well, in order to support something you got to “know” that something, but even better to know the Source. Is funny how now in New Age lessons we have hear to refer to God as the “source”, in real He is the source. Never a mute source…if you really want to ever support Him, the least you can do is to know His will. Is that cool or what!

More than just seating around, dreaming those dreams do the self talking, writing down my own view, and calling that FAITH; real alive faith is to hear God and support God. Emunah. Google it and read it yourself. Eat the information. Downloaded to your heart. I’m talking not just about God’s general will, I’m talking about you conquering the greater vision you can have access to for a greater life here on Earth. Hungry?

Faith needs God.
Faith needs you.

Faith gets us to do some things that look “illogical”. But Faith isn’t illogical when God is at the center of our affection, our love, our view, our focus, our path. God wants us to have a fun life, to play the flute. To that…We must Have Faith. !!! “To have Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Shalom!

Emunah God!!!

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July 31, 2010 at 4:16 am

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Don’t miss a trick. Seasoning for good talks.

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How much salt I put in a dish depends on the recipe, right? So I got the “A+” dish in my brain, then go out and as soon as I find any “unsalty” fella I start to work for a perfect formula to work in them, right? Don’t you do the same? At least that was me, and at times I do it again. But I’m learning to be just of one mind.

I worked so hard in order to discover formulas so then I can change people’s behavior and make this world a better place…for me. I thought.

The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out. The point that I missed was that it wasn’t about fixing behaviors, or helping them to realize so, since that is a personal journey (turning to the best way), the point is to learn to love all people sincerely even if that change them by little steps. I do not mean that I consider myself better than others, but my point is that some times we can figure out our perfect view, and we want others to join, just for love. But indeed love is unconditional. So, that lesson is for me as well. Steping back? Just doing what I know is true.

Have you watch how Missionaries work? Ok. They study all about the place they are going to work, the people that they are going to live with, new words, new traditions, new Nation, new everything. When the Mission takes off and they want to communicate their messages all they do is do it in the “WAY” these people are familiar with. From what they read to what they eat. So then you have a bunch of people who are partaking the same bread that all they know. If all you use is “your way” of talking, books you read, experiences of your own, then they would be amazed…thankful by your effort, but still hungry. When you speak in their language, meaning their whole culture, is then like an opportunity for them to connect with you at the same channels. All these effort from you in connecting what you want to release in a way that they can “touch”, is then worth! Feedback is born, and when that happen is just the first brick to a great journey. So isn’t about re-making robots to our personal way of “being” but embracing diversity thru loving others without conditions, out of choice and unselfishly. That’s the shortcut. Just simple but sincere words. We want this world to change ever? Love is the only shortcut. Not the feeling of love, but that in every action we do it with a sincere heart, and that can not happen unless we have empathy, not sympathy. To me is between feeling sorry OR realizing the potential on every person I met. Is a whole world of difference. Understand the common passion with all people. Compassion.

Some cultures, traditions, Nations have complicated words for simple things. This reminds me of those Laws waiting to be understood in Congress, I must said…read. No wonder with such an amount of ink, Who would ever really read those? And in the midst of trying may you lose your heart, or your head. Better to use simple words that all of us can understand. And we all know you like Emerson…no worries. “Use your heads as you live and work among outsiders. Don’t miss a trick. Make the most of every opportunity. Be gracious in your speech. The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out.” That’s a great piece of advice right there! Huh. Paul of Tarsus was very good at this.

Every time I try to communicate is this inner battle. One hand wants to look polish. The other hand wants to use simple language, the shortcut to the heart. So I recommend to use better the simple language. For me complicated words are those who sum one whole idea on one line. Well, I use that and paint it with my colors, at a point that anybody can relate to. No that all people would like it or understand it, but I’m sure my point is clear for most of all. Building Healthy Relationships with true love has to be Our Destiny, otherwise we miss the point of being in the top of the Mountain.

A Hot real state. I like to search and learn from what’s going on around people’s lives and put that in my own words, but off course when portraying my own is fun as well. You have your own permission to use any color you want. All the potential. Risk of looking like a fool, but to me that’s just the way to live. I have my own permission to live just a Great Life! Investing time like in loving people is the best way to engage and build community, knowing that the matter of change for the better (If that is ever a concern) depends on the person itself, transformation could be exhorted in a godly manner by anyone that loves you, but the decision is personal, never scare someone into your amazing life. Better to do what you know and then just let LIFE take the stage. Everyone is invited to grow, and is personal. Always free and fun to watch. Is not about fixing people, but loving people. Because if we don’t love them, we don’t have agreement, and if there is not agreement from a sincere heart, nothing powerful can never take place. Making sure we LOVE them first is their stage to choose the best for them from a real view of what we put to the test…our LOVE for them.

So I hope that my life get much and much JUICE this coming seasons, so then I can delight all who read this lines and transmit some of the great graces who make those moments possible. And I have then more ingredients for a rich conversation. Is not wonder in how Love gets out to work, so I am in for partnering for more. Yes!

To A Great Life!!!
To A Great Journey!!!

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July 7, 2010 at 4:20 am

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Breathing Nature for Hope…

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To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood. When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense in the mind. We mean the integrity of impression made by manifold natural objects. It is this which distinguishes the stick of timber of the wood-cutter, from the tree of the poet. The charming landscape which I saw this morning, is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men’s farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title. To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, — he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight. Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece. In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, — master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.

Yet it is certain that the power to produce this delight, does not reside in nature, but in man, or in a harmony of both. It is necessary to use these pleasures with great temperance. For, nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then, there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

Emerson Central.

Funny “Scout’s Letter Home”

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Dear Mom,

Our scout master told us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only 2 of our tents and 4 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Jeff when it happened. Oh yes, please call Jeff’s mother and tell her he is OK. He can’t write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search & rescue jeeps. It was neat.

We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn’t been for the lightning. Scoutmaster Web got mad at Hector for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Hector said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn’t hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up? The wet wood still didn’t burn, but one of our tents did. Also some of our clothes. Larry is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Webb gets the car fixed. It wasn’t his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Webb said that a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that’s probably why he can’t get insurance on it. We think it’s a neat car. He doesn’t care if we get it dirty, and if it’s hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car.

He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy. Don’t worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching brother Doug how to drive. But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where there isn’t any traffic. All we ever see up there are logging trucks.

This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Webb wouldn’t let me because I can’t swim and Jeff was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood. Scoutmaster Webb isn’t crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn’t even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.

Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Rob dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Also Bruce and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken, he said they got sick that way with the food they ate in prison. I’m so glad he got out and become our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.

I have to go now. We are going into town to mail our letters and buy bullets.

Don’t worry about anything. We are fine.

Love, Dave


Intention vs. Nature

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Intention: A course of action that one intends to follow. A purpose or goal; aim. Your intention; what you intend to do. An act of intending; a volition that you intend to carry out. A fixed and persistent intent or purpose.

Nature: The essential characteristics and qualities of a person or thing. The fundamental character or disposition of a person; temperament. The natural or real aspect of a person, place, or thing. The fundamental qualities of a person or thing; identity or essential character.

Fun “Things You Do Not Want To Hear In Surgery”

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1.) Better save that. We’ll need it for the autopsy.

2.) Somebody call the janitor – we’re going to need a mop

3.) ‘Accept this sacrifice, O Great Lord of Darkness’

4.) Sparky! Comeback with that! Bad Dog!

5.) Wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what’s that?

6.) Hand me that…uh…that uh…..thingie

7.) Oh no! I just lost my Rolex.

8.) Oops! Hey, has anyone ever survived a full hypo of this stuff before?

9.) Everybody stand back! I lost my contact lens!

10.) Could you stop that thing from beating; it’s throwing my concentration off

11.) What’s this doing here?

12.) I hate it when they’re missing stuff in here.

13.) That’s cool! now can you make his leg twitch?!

14.) I wish I hadn’t forgotten my glasses.

15.) Well folks, this will be an experiment for all of us.

16.) Sterile, shcmeril. The floor’s clean, right?

17.) Anyone see where I left that scalpel?

18.) Next, we remove the subject’s brain and place it in the body of the ape.

19.) Now take a picture from this angle. This is truly a freak of nature.

20.) This patient has already had some kids, am I correct?

21.) Nurse, did this patient sign the organ donation card?

22.) Don’t worry. I think it is sharp enough.

23.) What do you mean ‘You want a divorce’!

24.) She’s gonna blow! Everyone take cover!!!

25.) FIRE! FIRE! Everybody get out!

26.) ‘And next week, we’ll be learning how to stitch up a patient…’


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