I just found this article I want to share.... Link source: https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-021-01824-z Almost a decade ago, at Arnold Ventures — a US$2-billion philanthropic organization in Houston, Texas — we realized that using evidence to direct our giving required having more confidence in the evidence itself. As vice-president of research, I found myself deep in efforts to improve science, dispersing more than $60 million in grants to make sure researchers can build on others’ results. I was part of the discussions that led to widely adopted guidelines promoting transparency and openness, the clinical-trial repository Vivli and the launch of the Center for Open Science, a non-profit organization in Charlottesville, Virginia. I’ve seen much positive change since then. But sometimes I worry that we might end up with the worst of all worlds: the pretence of reproducibility without the reality. In 2012, very few people had even heard of preregistration, the anti-bias practi

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(picture) Loving Like A Rock Oh what a love – To love like a rock For rocks are products of who we are. And so Should love be, Really. Breaking down – Separating – metamorphosing Limestone or dolostone into marble, Sandstone into slate, schist or gneiss, Basalt into amphibolite. The process is everchanging. Weathering, rearranging Over time They form Holding onto Their history Carrying a beauty As structures shape Among their surroundings Finding, collecting What is near To make them Stronger For the longer They are around They continue To collect And forget What they had been Forging ahead To become better Blending and Sometimes fragmenting These fragments Find places of their own As they Combine Theirs with others And define Their freedom To express – To illuminate – To color Yet always Telling a story As they change. We see Rocks Yet love We cannot. God gave These rocks To us To teach About love – About Life, Really. A

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(Picture) On Restoration Things aren’t always better as they were before Our Past lights our way, so we must restore. I see things so differently as I get older. I want to take the colder memories And make clear sense of what seems senseless And, unless those like I can go on We cannot continue to run Our Race Or Face Life as more than reality Seeing sensibility To our tries, our dreams, Our cries—even screams For we will see our roots through restoration. -Our hearts in our imagination -Our knowledge from our contemplation -Our passions in our fascination. Annie 8-25-98

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