All people at all times perform observation, analysis, and interpretation.

This occurres at various levels of awareness and deliberation.

The presence and effects of bias can not be overestimated, and there are deep considerations of insurmountable subjectivity (epistemology).

Strong divisions regarding what constitutes valid and verified data (positivism and anti positivism) create fundamental dilemmas, potentially allowing or denying what is a either valid, or permanently flawed,human perspective, with paradigm implications regarding the process of being human and potentially invalidating the most important interpretations of the human experience (i.e. there is no God).

People are constantly making interventions by asking questions.

No different than a Social Scientist.

The process is always the SAME…people draw conclusions.

The difference is in the quality of the Process, that may involve complicated testing, reading, collaborating, etc.  Again- the Spirit of the Process is the Morality

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Science is deliberate, organized, and documented O/A/I, which attempts to perform outside of (human)  bias.

It is an active process in which the observer tries to understand the observed as it is, not as it is to the observer (unless that is the objective).

Science is defined through its desire and attempts to understand deductively not as a search for support for opinions derived outside the scientific process.

This represents the Ethic and Morality of Science.  The Scientific Method is an attempt to replace traditional interpretations of reality.

The only difference in people then (who are all performing Observation/Analysis/Interpretation), is in the integrity of the process, in the degree to which the individual attempted to investigate and learn and gather information, and to accept the conclusion regardless of personal preference.

It becomes then less/not important “who is right”, but the extent to which one engaged in her O/A/I, the spirit of scientific morality.

How hard did you try, what measures did you go to, to produce your Assessment?

It’s respect for the process; respect for the social scientists regardless of what you think of their final Assessment(s).

This is the starting point of Moral Inquiry

“I can’t explain how it happened; I only know that it did”

Deanna Troy, The Next Generation

i am the king of bitching about things like the GRE, statistics, computer programing requirements for social studies, and the general scientification of everything academic as the new form of legit’.  don’t get me started…crying.

the other day, in Soc 119s (one of the best classes on campus), studying Porters’s 5-forces, we were assigned the task of assessing a random business of our choosing, and designing strategic improvement suggestions.  it became very clear, very quickly, that it is IMPOSSIBLE to make any suggestion, to formulate anything but a conjecture, without having access to data and numbers…i found myself repeating over and over again, yes, but unless we see the numbers we really can’t make any suggestions.

i want to see the numbers.  now.  i need percentages, i need charts, i needs statistical analysis, and the skills to understand.  i get it.  all done.  changing spring semester to include a computer programing class and a statistical analysis and research class.  i love school, and somewhat dread the unfamiliar, but this is all about determination, and making oneself relevant and useful.

increasing personal utility as a unique value proposition!!!

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the list of proud-parent moments comes and goes…a sad testimony of self-focus and trying to be an adult while raising one.  justin sterling said the pay-off of being a parent was “1000 precious memories” and as I get older, i understand.  the little picture he drew, the fathers day gift from when he was 5, a blur, middle school, me me me and now were eye to eye, and i’m filled with doubt about who i’ve been and every moment i missed.  there are, however, some things that rise above the morass of being human, a joy to share with mini-me come of age.  the 70’s were alive with sounds of music, and so is the house, as i witness the next generation of thrash and retro-blues work it out.  i always dreamed but never dared; now we can dream together, and i can rest in the saving grace of getting older, perhaps one of the few benefits that counters everything else; i want his dream more for him than for i want mine for me, and in this, i find a sunpatch of freedom.