Life, the Universe and Everything
Roger Gibby
Professionally, I am a computer programmer. I am an old dinosaur, who started out on mainframe computers and lived through the PC revolution. I acknowledge my shortcomings and my imperfections. I have an unrelenting desire to know "Why?" Writing gives me the outlet to explore the answers to these questions. Daily, my brain battles against its inherent tendency to believe, hoping to integrate rational thinking, logic and science in all it considers.
Home page: http://www.dreambardo.com
Jabber/GTalk: rjgibby@gmail.com
Posts by Roger Gibby
Rational Thinking is Not Anti-Belief
014 years
When discussing the facts of science and spiritual beliefs, some interpret my advising them of the facts as an attack on their belief in God. I do no such thing. God can exist within the scientific world (no matter how unlikely that may be) and scientists, such as Kenneth Miller, have written on the subject. […]
Musical Memories
014 years
by Roger Gibby
in Me 5.x
Music has always been a part of my life and it is no wonder that selling music and music players is such a big business. There is so much that humans emotionally attach to music. Music can recall experiences with all the feelings that are tied to those experiences. I’ve had people tell me that […]
How Did I Get To Be Old?
114 years
by Roger Gibby
in Me 5.x
I’ve been feeling really old lately. Not just because of the aches and pains that one feels as the years pile up, but it now seems that everyone that I meet is younger than me. A co-worker recently commented that I was over twice his age. The office manager needed help bringing boxes up the […]
I’m Listening…
014 years
by Roger Gibby
in Me 5.x
I never thought the day would come that I would go to a shrink. I saw that there were two types of the people who go to shrinks: Self absorbed Hollywood types who exagerate their problems and those who did not want to face up to what they already knew they should do. For a […]
Are You Serious, Mrs. Thomas?
114 years
I was in bed this morning and I had a WTF moment. I couldn’t believe my ears. I must have heard the news announcer wrong. No, I hadn’t. Justice Clarence Thomas’ wife, Ginny Thomas, had left a message on Anita Hill’s answering machine wanting an apology for her testimony of sexual harassment in her husband’s confirmation hearing. The audacity of […]
Poor Lid UI Design
014 years
by Roger Gibby
in When Reason Fails
Yesterday, I went with a co-worker to 7-11 to get something to drink. Now, I usually don’t go to 7-11, but I needed to get outside. I got a pumpkin spice latté. It tasted OK for a latté that came out of a spout of a machine. I put the top on the cup and […]
Just When I Thought No One Could Be Crazier Than Sarah Palin …
014 years
… there then comes along Christine O’Donnell. What bugs me about people like Sarah Palin and Christine O’Donnell is not that they wear their religion on their sleeves, but that they voice their non-scientific beliefs as if they were truth and science fact as if it were false. O’Donnell, on Bill Maher’s former show “Politically Incorrect,” […]
Choosey Beggars
014 years
by Roger Gibby
in Musings
This past weekend my family and I went into the City to see Molière’s play Scapin. Bill Irwin starred, directed, and adapted the play. You may remember Bill Irwin as Mr. Noodle on Sesame Street, but he was also a star of the Pickle Family Circus and is very accomplished in clowning and physical humor. […]
The Anonymity of the Internet
014 years
A week ago I saw an article about the unabashed racist comments on the Internet that you don’t hear in public conversations. At the start of the article, the author of the piece asks several rhetorical questions, concerning what this means: Is racism on the rise or has the progress in race relations been an illusion? […]
You Can’t Go Back to Rockville
014 years
by Roger Gibby
in Scriblings
You Can’t Go Back To Rockville From foreign soil, You’re flying home today. Tears stream from your Mother’s eyes, As she waits for your return, Alone at the station of Rockville. Her mind savors long, lost memories. How could they all have forgotten The medals, the scholarships, the trophies? All of them, he has won […]