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I’m going to “pin” this post to the top, with newer posts below.

Since I’ve written many posts since my return to functional coherence in mid-November, any posts about my condition I wrote here upon my return, and also subsequent ones, are buried in the avalanche. So, I’m going to use the opportunity of this sticky post to link to them directly. I’ll say here that probably the most critical thing to understand is that, since my return to functional coherence, and continuing to the present time, and this will probably be the case for awhile, is that my short term memory when it comes to people is still borked, which means if you’re a person that I’ve either known or known of for a relatively short period of time, i.e. for only five years or fewer, then I probably will not inherently remember you.

Norm’s post on July 20, the day after the fact, just so you know what precisely happened, in case you don’t already

Best News In Months — Norm’s post on November 13 predicating my return

Hello World (Take Two) — My first post here, that evening, after almost four long months

With Some Yuge Caveats — A long and detailed run down of my condition and my near term prospects, posted not long after that

Missouri’s Loosey Goosey Texting While Driving Laws — About why my assailant will never face criminal charges, and why the law will eventually be changed

From Bugatti to Corvette — Why I’m not doing as well as it seems just from reading my writing here since my return

As I Pursue My Ph.D. in Powerology — How I’m sensing my brain is rewiring itself, after four full months of recovery

Lucky Dominoes — The series of fortunate circumstances that resulted in this not killing me instantly

As if I weren’t having enough problems, fate decided to plop down on me a very serious and frustrating case of the flu in December.

Fifth month of recovery  — Still stuck in purgatory after the fifth full month of recovery

Fourth and Very Long — The first major economic consequence of the accident for me, just after the turn of the year

Fate or Felony, followed up by Like Son Like Father — Karma is just a comforting delusion, but comforting nonetheless.

One more thing:  If the post starts with a geographical moniker of some sort, it’s me doing the writing.  If it starts with “Guest post by Puggg,” it’s Norm, the best friend anyone could ever have, doing the writing.

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Your Blogmeister’s Secret Hideout

Lunar eclipse at the end of the month.

Slight hitch is that, at St. Louis’s location, The Moon enters Earth’s umbral shadow just before moonset.  The farther west you go in the continental United States, the more of the eclipse one will be able to see.

The red line is the unobstructed horizon, which you need to be at least some distance above the ground to see that far  —  At ground level, even in the best of level flat circumstances, the practical horizon is above the theoretical horizon.  The moon will set at just about the perfect west-north-west direction from my location.

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Fodor = NAACP

Jefferson City

That’s all Fodor’s is doing, cutting and pasting the NAACP press release.

And we all know the real reason the NAACP hates that piece of legislation.  Spoiler alert:  It’s financial, not ideological.

Hotep

Anaheim, California

ESPN:

No. 48 prospect Amon-Ra St. Brown chooses USC over Notre Dame, Stanford

USC added a dynamic receiver to its 2018 class when ESPN 300 receiver Amon-Ra St. Brown committed to the Trojans on Saturday. St. Brown, the No. 48-ranked prospect overall, chose USC over Notre Dame and Stanford to give each team a St. Brown brother.

The Anaheim, California recruit has an older brother, Osiris, who signed with Stanford in the previous class and another brother, Equanimeous, who played for Notre Dame. The youngest of the three boys decided against choosing the schools his brothers chose and is now going to create his own path in Los Angeles.

I.  Can’t.  Even.

Hint: Involves Machete

Shelburne, Vermont

H/T Gentle Grizzly, who is one of many of you in my peanut gallery who I still do not inherently remember.

Shelburne is just south of Burlington.  You know, Feel the Bern country.

From Rocky Top to Little Dixie

Columbia

OTOH, Mizzou football’s shower discipline is about to get a lot better.

Let’s see who gets the gag.

Grating Expectations

Greenville, North Carolina

Campus Reform:

Mandatory diversity course not effective, prof discovers

(snip)

After assessing the bias of students before and after the course—using prompts such as “a woman should worry less about their rights and more about becoming good wives and mothers” and “if blacks would only try harder they could be just as well off as whites”—Stacey found that the course hadn’t altered students’ attitudes towards race or gender.

That’s because she has a flawed understanding of “bias.” What most people call “common sense” and “truth,” she calls “bias.” And she wonders why her semester-long propaganda can’t disabuse students of it.

You’ll note that the purpose of all this is that the course is a requirement for the school’s criminal justice major, because:

Although the course was ineffective, Stacey hopes that “given the importance of reducing bias in policing,” future courses will chart a new path, proposing that “future research should examine the content of such courses to determine if there is a formula that works.”

That’s because of another piece of common sense and truth that a few people call bias, a truth that I just wrote about in my last post about St. Louis’s dindu box, that the cops go (or are sent) where the crime is, and the crime is where the dindus are.