Today is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Birthday. I’d like to honor him with the following quotes, all from the lips of Sherlock Holmes:

“How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?”

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”

“It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data.”

I want to be Sherlock Holmes when I grow up, just incarnated as some kind of neuroscientist. Sorry so little of my own ‘work’ in the last few posts. I find presenting the work of others so much less time consuming than preparing something of my own.

With that said, two pieces of poetry, reader-response style, inspired by a heated discussion (c. 1999) Paul and Lindsay once had over whether a certain implement was a brush or a broom.

Poem 1: Entitled “That”

I say it’s a broom
Paul thinks I’m wrong
This little poem
Is not very long

Poem 2: Untitled

Its a brush
its a brush
its a brush
its a brush
Lindsay Parks
Has brains of mush

I hope they don’t mind me publishing works which might reopen old wounds. PS–Lindsay should get the internet.

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