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This blog consists of the musings of a retired Dane living in rural Vermont the past thirty years and finally having time on his hands .

In my formative years in 4th and 5th grade I imagined myself becoming an artist or a literary critic but lacking aptitude for analysis, imagination or creativity, I became a doctor instead. I chose Medicine because its reputation for exactitude and science seemed a good cure for my ilk who, despite aspirations, were denied every gift offered by the muses to the lucky ones. Eventually, as I gained exposure to the World, I realized that important things we do in life touches on both Science and Art. This may sound a bit overwrought but I have come to think that it applies to most things we do in earnest and it matters not whether we are trench diggers or neurosurgeons.

So, as I embark on this leisurely endeavour I will adhere only to the Brownian movements of the mind and be guided not by the stars but by the anarchic forces of the pinball machine we call our brain.