The Uncertainty Principle has always been, but I didn’t know that. When I was a child, I made the determination that I would not live past 18. I knew this because I said that was the day I could kill myself and nobody could legally stop me from doing it. “So there,” said I, mentally giving my mother and stepfather a rebellious nose-thumbing. Reasons for my thought process are in my book “Twinkle: a memoir”, available on Amazon.com, and which journey you might want to read. I was completely certain I would die by 18, and did not give any thought to the future. Obviously, I did not kill myself because here I am, mumble-something years old, still kicking. What changed in my thinking? It was the addition of God, which addition gave me knowledge, knowledge gave me faith, and faith gave me hope. And hope is all any of us Continue reading The Uncertainty Principle: Part Trois→

Thinking makes it so, said Shakespeare. Some have said the bard was advocating for moral relativism, which is the position that moral or ethical propositions do not reflect objective and/or universal moral truths, but instead make claims relative to social, cultural, historical, or personal circumstances. However, this definition is rigid, inflexible, and assumes much. We know this because we find out that Shakespeare was quoting the Apostle Paul, who said in Romans 14:14 that “to whom who accounteth anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean.” Therefore, if we believe the Bible’s writings were inspired by God, and that God does not teach a double standard, then we come to realize there is a deeper meaning behind “thinking makes it so.” You’ve probably heard about the guy who lived in a far flung area who says to the missionary, “So, you’re telling me that God loves me just as I am and that if I had Continue reading Thinking makes it so.→

You’re asking, “Angela, what does four stouthearted and manly men in kilts have to do with The Uncertainty Principle?” Good question. Fair question. I shall answer. Nothing. It is a blatant use of eye-candy to get you to continue to read further. See? Sexism is action. Ooooo-WEEE. Or the answer could be: It has everything to do with The Uncertainty Principle because one must ask the age old question, “Is what’s under the kilt contained in tighty whities or wrapped in a blue ribbon?” If you can tear your eyes away from the photo, let’s get back to the point of this article, okay? The Uncertainty Principle states that there is a fundamental limit to the precision of interaction between two entities. The Uncertainty Principle is often confused with The Observer Effect which says that measurements cannot be made without changing something. I say the two are opposite sides of the same coin. Continue reading The Uncertainty Principle: Part Un→

You would’ve thought that when I went looking for a male demo singer that the front man for a rock band could have done the job properly with little supervision from me. Alas, I was to be disappointed at the rock star wailing. Sometime in early 2013, I hired a production studio to put together the tracks for a song. I had given them a recording of my rough ideas. We had talked about instrumentation and agreed on a price. They arranged for a male demo singer. Via email we went back and forth on the underlying composition until I was happy. The day we cut the vocals in, though, I wanted to be there. I was very specific about the quality of the vocals — intonation, placement of emphasis, length of notes being held, and the wail — had to be right. Only I could make that decision. So the fellow Continue reading Teaching a grown man to sing like a rock star.→

“Angela, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I could never answer that question quickly enough, so I learned to make up an answer that would satisfy the teacher in front of me. The most popular answer was, “I want to be a teacher.” They always smiled. The thing is, I am a teacher. I live, learn, and pass it on. If you read Twinkle, a memoir, you’ll understand more of what drove me and moved me and thus how I got to where I was at the time of the writing. But only with that clarity and the passing of time — that is, the clock pushing ever onward to inevitable death — does one have the length of years to study and learn about how the rest of one’s life will look. What have I learned about me? I’ve learned that I live in tempo rubato. Tempo rubato Continue reading Living life tempo rubato.→

“My ego is not tied up in my car,” said the high-flying executive on the fast track in his company. “I could drive an old beater and it wouldn’t bother me.” I simply nodded my head because how do you tell a man he has fooled himself? You can’t. Well, you can, but it often doesn’t work. Especially when he’s jangling keys to his brand new and loaded-to-the-gills Benzie and he’s pointing out the window wanting you to notice it. I had hoped Tim (not even close to his real name) would get to the reason for our meeting, but he took my silence as a challenge. I didn’t jump all over his statement like an eager acolyte rubber stamping his “I’m one of the little people” attitude, so he felt compelled to keep talking about his ego and how unpretentious he was. He said he pretty much forced himself to drive a Continue reading He who would be fooled. Baby Doll would be amused.→