Books

I felt quite out of place as I walked through the library today. If I had only thought to wear a pastel polo tucked into a white pair of pants held up by a skinny woven belt and worn my sweater tied around my neck, I would have felt more at ease as I walked through the Harold B. Lee library this afternoon with 5 books in my hands. If I had remembered my uniform, the 90s would have taken me up into its bosom in a chariot of fire.

However, my identity discovery has been marked by a firm denial of any association with the pre-wikipedian era (PWE). There are those who deny any fact just because it comes from wikipedia. I am not one of those closed-minded knowledge-haters. While I do believe that everything needs to be backed up by facts, wikipedia is a good place to get a broad overview of a subject. More importantly, I believe that in our quest for knowledge, we should not believe everything we hear, and should learn to filter out questionable claims. I honestly believe that those who hate on wikipedia are those who are unable to use logic and previous knowledge to detect truth in their own quests for knowledge.

Anyway, I now embark on the first major research paper of my post-mission college career. 15 pages on "The Affect of War on Medical Research." I hope it goes well. It's due tomorrow. But I have my Books. And I have Wikipedia.