I was struck this week by local news coverage in photos and reports that focused attention on young women and their bodies.
The story of Joseph and his brothers in the Bible has so much to tell us about our psychological selves. In addition, part of Joseph's tale links rather nicely with a certain someone here at home in Taiwan.
Willie Nelson and his colleagues in the entertainment industry have sung songs about cowboys for many years. One of those songs I especially like contains the verse, “My heroes have always been cowboys.” That line brings to mind some advice Willie offers in still another song: “Mamas, don't let your children grow up to be cowboys.”
I make an effort to stay in touch with a number of my students after they graduate and enter the job market. The world of work out there is a tough world. All too often, simply to survive and earn a living is a true accomplishment. Keeping ties fresh with recent graduates particularly, I say to myself, is a way to be there, if necessary, to offer a word of encouragement in times of need.
The words to come are about stereotyping, and the dignity of all work.
For several reasons, reports in two local English newspapers on a press conference this week interested me. The parley with the press was on the subject of possible legislation that would legalize same-sex marriage in Taiwan. I care about how society and individuals treat gays and lesbians.
2013/9/22, 13 Comments
The China Post brought news last week that two Colorado Democrats lost closely observed recall elections in the state senate, clear victims of gun-rights activists.
I taught “professional ethics” for several years at my university, and in my classrooms made no bones about a fundamental truth, which is that the line between professional and personal ethics may be very thin.
I have been interested in robots, if only mildly so, for quite some time. I've seen photos of these machines, just as you have.
A former graduate student of mine insisted on spoiling me at a popular local dumpling restaurant the other day. We ate and ate and, in the end, she paid the bill. In the middle of the meal, anticipating her refusal to let me pick up the tab that was to come, and wanting to show my appreciation, I asked her an innocent question.