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Portland’s Reed College Is One Of The Most Liberal In The Country. And It’s In Turmoil

A Hum protest is visually striking: Up to several dozen RAR supporters position themselves alongside the professor and quietly hold signs reading “We demand space for students of color,” “We cannot be erased,” “Fuck Hum 110,” “Stop silencing black and brown voices; the rest of society is already standing on their necks,” and so on. The signs are often accompanied by photos of black Americans killed by police.

Countdown: Is Our Ability To Think In Numbers Biological Or Cultural?

“Scientists have long claimed that our ability with numbers is indeed biologically evolved – that we can count because counting was a useful thing for our brains to be able to do. The hunter-gatherer who could tell which herd or flock of prey was the biggest, or which tree held the most fruit, had a survival advantage over the one who couldn’t. What’s more, other animals show a rudimentary capacity to distinguish differing small quantities of things: two bananas from three, say. Surely it stands to reason, then, that numeracy is adaptive. But is it really?”

What Does It Mean To Be A Mid-Career Composer?

Also, can there be such a thing during a time of tenuous and not at all secure employment, if employment there is at all? “Mid-career generally seems to refer to someone who has spent a good number of years pursuing their vocation following their formal studies, but is not yet approaching old age and retirement. This can be a somewhat confusing designation for many of us.”

Greta Gerwig, Like George Clooney, Has Made The Move From Actor To Director

It’s maddening at this particular moment to read the ways various media men have written about Gerwig as an actor. “Lady Bird, a remarkably self-assured debut, feels like a rebuke. Or at least an assertion of artistic intent. At 34, and moving, finally, behind the camera, Gerwig is exiting the phase of her life where she’ll be asked to represent a mysterious, fascinating rising generation.”

The Food Writer Who Lost Her Sense Of Smell

A bike tangles with a pedestrian – and the pedestrian, the food writer, gets a concussion. “Given that I’d never lost consciousness or suffered any memory impairment, I had unilaterally decided that the injury would be nothing more than a story with which to regale friends and acquaintances at future cocktail parties. Apparently, this memo never made it to certain parts of my cranium.”