Recently I posted on Twitter what I called “The Wisdom of the Ages updated for the 21st Century,” for Friday Phrases (#FP). These are philosophical quotations that I slightly altered to reflect contemporary thinking and culture. Immediately below are the updated quotes, and then below that you’ll find the original quotes with some discussion about … Continue reading The Wisdom of the Ages Updated
A Frank Koenig short from a few months ago. Hope you enjoy it.
Frank’s partner, Carl Gibson, had a large waistband and chubby cheeks, with his hair cut into a dirty blond flattop. He wore a cheap Sears and Roebuck suit with a white shirt and a chocolate striped tie. He always smelled of Aqua Velva.
Carl sat behind the wheel of his new De Soto, a pale green De Luxe Business Coupe, and Frank occupied the passenger’s seat, staring out the window.
He and Frank hadn’t been partners long. They worked out of the Major Case Squad and had caught a call that morning.
“Did you check out the name of the lady filing the complaint?” said Carl as he drove.
Frank shook his head.
“Didn’t you wonder why we’re handling a stolen car? Does that sound like a major case to you? Sure doesn’t to me. Should be uniforms handling it, but they’re not. They kicked it up to us.”
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Here’s a post from a few months ago. Enjoy!
The Meridian Lounge
The Meridian Lounge on West 125th Street in Harlem featured local and up-and-coming jazz acts. The venue, smoke-filled and done in brass, contained a dozen tables, and the varnish had worn off the floorboards where the waitresses trekked from the bar to the patrons in the tight space. Alma Boudreau stood on the bandstand behind the microphone, cooing “Love For Sale,” the Cole Porter tune, accompanied by piano, bass, and a drummer using brushes. She wore a tight-fitting white sleeveless dress that plunged at the neckline and hugged her generous hips, and her honeyed voice would make songbirds jealous.
Frank Koenig, NYPD detective, had the only white face in the joint. The manager ran an establishment for coloreds, but made an exception for Frank, since he took a particular interest in black neighborhood crime when other cops wouldn’t. Nobody in the city knew why. It was Frank’s…
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As I wrote a little over a month ago, I play guitar in a blues band. We played a gig at one of our favorite venues in the city the other night, so I thought I'd post more videos. The place is The Shrine, and it's in Harlem. It's a great small venue, great sound … Continue reading More and Better Blues
In my last post, I discussed fallacies, or mistakes in reasoning. At the end of that piece I provided some examples of various fallacies. Below is the answer key for those examples. Fallacy Examples Identify the fallacies committed in the following: 1. You may laugh about esp, but you can't prove it doesn't work. [Argument … Continue reading Logic Part III: Answer Key
After a Twitter exchange with someone who was particularly challenged with regard to logic, I promised to post some basic lessons in logic (I’ve been teaching the subject for many years). I began with a basic discussion of the nature of argumentation, which is one of the primary ways in which reasoning operates: it makes … Continue reading Logic Part III: Informal Fallacies
In my last post, I discussed how to evaluate arguments. At the end of that piece I provided some examples of formal and informal arguments. Below is the answer key for those examples. FORMAL AND INFORMAL ARGUMENT EXAMPLES Identify which of the following is a formal and which is an informal argument. Can you tell … Continue reading Logic Part II: Answer Key