Hippocrates is considered the father of medicine, enemy of superstition, pioneer of rationality and fount of eternal wisdom.
The Dutch furniture designer Martin Visser was the first collector to recognize the importance of the Cobra movement. Visser knew Karel Appel and his friends when they had just begun their careers, and were living in extreme poverty, with no recognition from the art world.
LeRoy Neiman’s paintings, posters and famed handlebar mustache made him one of the most recognizable artists of our time.
Note to my readers: This essay is a follow-up to my rereading of Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse that is more personal essay than review and
The first time I fell in love was in the children’s section of Brooke Park library. I was eleven and she was ten and her name was Josephine and she had so many freckles on her face that she was a haze of delight.
In 1962, Bob Dylan told an interviewer: "The songs are there. They exist all by themselves, just waiting for someone to write them down.
Almost daily, we are faced by difficult choices we are challenged to confront over a range of foreign and domestic policy concerns.
The New Atheists are once again provoking controversy, this time with their comments on Gaza which has prompted divisions among those better known for presenting a united front against religion.
I applaud those who retain the strength to fight the never-ending battle against ignorance, intolerance and persistent persecution of rationalists.
Humor is an essential part of the human experience. We tend to think of comedy as frivolous, a side show to the miseries of hunger, disease, and poverty that visit the vast majority of the global population.
ISIS in Iraq is murdering Christians and Shia Muslims alike under the guise of a Holy War.
In a broad sense of that term, reading Max Tegmark's Our Mathematical Universe is akin to a religious experience. I would not be at all surprised if Tegmark felt a similar sense of excitement in writing this massively learned yet wonderfully accessible book.
I make it a year and four months since Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio was elected pope. In the light of this I was interested to read that he (Pope Francis as he became) had his first interview with a female journalist just three weeks ago.
Whatever happened to that steely British resolve, that famous Churchillian stiff upper lip? When did the English become as whiny as we Americans?
The summer of 1961 was one of my favorites: Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris were hitting home runs, Whitey Ford was winning games, and "Who Put the Bomp" was a big hit on my transistor radio.
Ah for every one step forward two steps backward.