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I hate crying. Lately, it’s all I’ve been doing. Growing up, barring grave physical injury, crying was actively discouraged. It was embarrassing. Crying meant getting sequestered until you put yourself together, until you could show some self-respect. It was an interesting concept for a five-year-old. While I’ve had to learn that crying, when sincere, is a normal emotional response (like anger or joy), I’m still holding back tears. And that makes me want to cry all the more.

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I once roomed with a friend, a well-known paleontologist, at a professional meeting of the American Society of Zoologists in Denver that happened to be at the time as the World Series.  He was glued to the television in our room for the game and amazed me with his seemingly encyclopedic knowledge of baseball statistics:  batting averages, game scores, world series titles, rookie years, and so forth.  Finally, I can now claim to know one piece of trivia that he might not.

When I saw the New York Times obituary Wednesday on folk singer Gordon Lightfoot, I thought to myself: Wait, didn’t I interview this guy? During my time covering music for the New Haven Register and its sister paper the Journal-Courier in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s I spoke with many musicians who were promoting their upcoming shows at venues in the area, including Toad’s Place and the New Haven Coliseum.

Baba Suwe died. Given the information-overload age which we live in now, it is understandable that time did not practically stop when news of his demise broke- as it did, for example, when Michael Jackson died. You know where you are when you first heard. Not to say Baba Suwe is MJ, but such is his import to his craft and to Nigerian television history. Nevertheless, more than a few fans have paid tribute to him as the proverbial curtain fell on his act.

“Of course, Russia had big plans and appetites before too. But they stumbled in Afghanistan.” There he sat, speaking softly like a ghost from a bygone era. Dzhokhar Musayevich Dudayev, the first president of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria, located in the North Caucasus, discussed Russia’s imperial ambitions during a 1995 interview at the height of the first war in Chechnya. He described Russia’s lust for power as a voracious appetite, comparing it to a story of an ant that ate too much before he got burned.

I just went to a conference where I spent 40 or so of 96 hours listening to philosophers talk. I feel like I can see through time. Aristotle and Plato have merged into a single figure, Arlato, and he is angry. I am certain I have developed telepathic powers, but only for people who have colored their hair grue. I met so many beautiful souls and one or two souls that maybe were having a bad day.

Hi! I’m Jacqueline Nesi, a clinical psychologist, professor at Brown University, and mom of two young kids. Here at Techno Sapiens, I share the latest research on psychology, technology, and parenting, plus practical tips for living and parenting in the digital age. If you haven’t already, subscribe to join nearly 20,000 readers, and if you like what you’re reading, please consider sharing Techno Sapiens with a friend. 7 min readLike most people, my relationship with my iPhone is, shall we say, an evolving situation.

Gospel Text: John 13:1-35 I used to think this day was called Monday Thursday, which of course makes no sense whatsoever. But it’s actually called Maundy Thursday. Which also makes no sense whatsoever.  Until you realize the word Maundy originates from the Latin, mandatum – when means, a command, or order.  The Gospel reading for today, recounts the last supper – when Jesus gathered with his faltering friends for a meal that tasted of freedom…and how he got up from the table, tied a towel around his waist and began to wash the feet of his disciples…and said, that he gives us a new mandatum – a new commandment, to love as he has loved.