John Woods

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Chris's gentle and almost pretty face belied his broad shoulders and toughness. This day Chris was feeling good. He liked the routine, liked the long fast walking after being cooped up in school. No question, school was slow and boring. Others had sometimes tried to keep up with him when he made his newspaper deliveries but they couldn't long maintain his pace. Route Manager Schwin called Chris his ironman. -From Chapter oneSounds like the beginning of an idyllic tale, doesn't it? But later... Anna charged up. "Sharkey, you on my husband's case?" "Nah. I'm a plastic surgeon, not a trauma surgeon. I dropped by to say hello but also to get a look at how well my repair job was holding up. And later yet ..." I'm an FBI Agent. I serve the country and I serve the President. He asks me questions and I answer them. In these films you're taking of me, have some respect and blur out my face before you show them." "Sir, we are newscasters and it is our duty to report the news, but out of respect for you and your services to this country, respectfully Sir, your facial image will be blurred out."

It's easy to accuse those that are different and Max Brauny was definitely different. Young Max was six years old and lived on the third floor on West Tenth Street in New York City. Tony, who was twelve and lived on the second floor, said, "Max, my daddy says you and your momma, each of you are about twice as wide as anyone else in the world. He said, your faces are about halfway between what the Neanderthal and what the modern man looks like. You're a neat kid Max, but you and your Momma, you sure are different." He asked his mother about that. She paused, looked at the boy, nodded, and said, "We are different . . . and by my standards you are the neatest, most beautiful six year old kid in the whole world. I am the heaviest boned and the strongest woman on the face of the earth and you, my son, are the heaviest boned and strongest six year old kid in the whole world. We are special, unique, and there are no others like us anywhere." "Why?" "Because we are, we just are. There hasn't been more than one other like us for probably the last 50,000 years. When you get older I'll tell you more. -From Chapter OneI bet you can't top this story with any you have ever read. Come along and see how a funny-looking kid becomes a star-level sportsman, a government agent and a bodyguard on a first-name basis with the president. Did I mention he is also a first-class human being? We should all be so lucky, or so good at what we do.

This monograph examines truth in fiction by applying the techniques of a naturalized logic of human cognitive practices. The author structures his project around two focal questions. What would it take to write a book about truth in literary discourse with reasonable promise of getting it right? What would it take to write a book about truth in fiction as true to the facts of lived literary experience as objectivity allows? It is argued that the most semantically distinctive feature of the sentences of fiction is that they areunambiguously true and false together. It is true that Sherlock Holmes lived at 221B Baker Street and also concurrently false that he did. A second distinctive feature of fiction is that the reader at large knows of this inconsistency and isn’t in the least cognitively molested by it. Why, it is asked, would this be so? What would explain it? Two answers are developed. According to the no-contradiction thesis, the semantically tangled sentences of fiction are indeed logically inconsistent but not logically contradictory. According to the no-bother thesis, if the inconsistencies of fiction were contradictory, a properly contrived logic for the rational management of inconsistency would explain why readers at large are not thrown off cognitive stride by their embrace of those contradictions. As developed here, the account of fiction suggests the presence of an underlying three - or four-valued dialethic logic. The author shows this to be a mistaken impression. There are only two truth-values in his logic of fiction. The naturalized logic of Truth in Fiction jettisons some of the standard assumptions and analytical tools of contemporary philosophy, chiefly because the neurotypical linguistic and cognitive behaviour of humanity at large is at variance with them. Using the resources of a causal response epistemology in tandem with the naturalized logic, the theory produced here is data-driven, empirically sensitive, and open to a circumspect collaboration with the empirical sciences of language and cognition.

As I was much pressed to write to many of my friends in England, to give them my opinion of emigrating to America, and as I promised to write to several, to give them my sentiments of America, and of my situation here; I will now endeavor to give them the best description in my power of our voyage and journey to this place, and how I am now situated, and of my future prospects. As to the propriety of any person's leaving England, I must decline giving any advice on the subject. As I was conscious but little information could be conveyed in the short space of a letter to any particular friend, I shall, therefore, present them, (that is, all those who requested me to write to them, ) with some extracts from my Journal. - John Woods Wambro, English Prairie, Illinois State, North America, June 5th, 1820

This monograph examines truth in fiction by applying the techniques of a naturalized logic of human cognitive practices. The author structures his project around two focal questions. What would it take to write a book about truth in literary discourse with reasonable promise of getting it right? What would it take to write a book about truth in fiction as true to the facts of lived literary experience as objectivity allows? It is argued that the most semantically distinctive feature of the sentences of fiction is that they areunambiguously true and false together. It is true that Sherlock Holmes lived at 221B Baker Street and also concurrently false that he did. A second distinctive feature of fiction is that the reader at large knows of this inconsistency and isn’t in the least cognitively molested by it. Why, it is asked, would this be so? What would explain it? Two answers are developed. According to the no-contradiction thesis, the semantically tangled sentences of fiction are indeed logically inconsistent but not logically contradictory. According to the no-bother thesis, if the inconsistencies of fiction were contradictory, a properly contrived logic for the rational management of inconsistency would explain why readers at large are not thrown off cognitive stride by their embrace of those contradictions. As developed here, the account of fiction suggests the presence of an underlying three - or four-valued dialethic logic. The author shows this to be a mistaken impression. There are only two truth-values in his logic of fiction. The naturalized logic of Truth in Fiction jettisons some of the standard assumptions and analytical tools of contemporary philosophy, chiefly because the neurotypical linguistic and cognitive behaviour of humanity at large is at variance with them. Using the resources of a causal response epistemology in tandem with the naturalized logic, the theory produced here is data-driven, empirically sensitive, and open to a circumspect collaboration with the empirical sciences of language and cognition.

The Erika Journalsby John & Erika WoodsEight true-life narratives of spouse-sharing with friends and acquaintances of an attractive, long-married middle-age American couple. They could be among your neighbors. I Am a Dominator of Couplesby John St. ClairFive journal accounts from the chronicles of a professional Dominator, whose clientele is exclusively wealthy professional men and their wives. He works by referral only, choosing carefully (but not always wisely) from a pool of many aspiring couples.

"It is a blessed thing when the waves of affliction wash us upon the rock of confidence in God alone". Charles Spurgeon This is my story....a real life story. It is a story of Hope in this broken world we live in. A story of Hope during a season of hardship, despair, depression, a time of hopelessness.... A story resulting in my heart and soul being washed "upon the rock of confidence in God alone." Are you in need of a "rock of confidence" right now? The Bible says .... "It is in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone." Ephesians 1:11-12 (MSG) "Yes, God does these things again and again for people. He rescues them from the grave so they may enjoy the light of life." Job 33:29-30 (NLT) Do you need to be rescued?.... Do you need to find out who you are?.... What you are living for?.... A purpose in life? Praise for Shout It From The Mountaintop.... "An Inspiration... This book touches the soul" - Lil "I have NEVER just sat down and read a book cover-to-cover, EVER....until this morning." - J. A. Wojtola, "A Story of Hope and Healing" - Dee Dillon Come.... Read my story.... It is a short read. But it may change your life....or, your perspective on life. I should not be here now. I was not supposed to live....all my doctors in Honolulu hospital predicted my death. It is an absolute miracle I am alive.... God's miracle. This really is His story about my life.... "part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone." Listen up now....be encouraged....perhaps you will be rescued?....or, given a "rock of confidence"?....or, find out who you are?....or, what you are living for?....or, discover a purpose in life? Now, a choice.... Life is about choices. Will you choose to find a quiet place for a couple of hours and read my Story? It really is a Story of Hope in this broken world we live in and I can't wait to "Shout It From The Mountaintop" with you