Three Line Tales: The Monty Hall Problem #amwriting #mathsucks #3LineTales


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Say, there’s a million dollars in one green box (ignore the yellow boxes), and there’s Monopoly money in all the other green boxes, but you don’t know what green box has the million dollars, and what boxes have Monopoly money.

You select green box number 7 as the box (you guess) has the million dollars, but it’s also revealed that in green box number 2, there’s only Monopoly money; do you choose a different green box or stay with green box number 7?

Many people would say, there’s a 50/50 chance your first choice is the correct green box with the million dollars, but they’d likely be wrong, and here’s why: There was a 3/4 (75 %) chance of you choosing a box with Monopoly money, and there’s still 1/2 (50 %) chance of you choosing the Monopoly money, when green box number 2 is revealed. There’s only 1/4 (25 %) chance of you choosing the million dollars; therefore, you should change your green box selection because there is a greater probability you were, initially, wrong choosing green box number 7, than choosing the green box that contained the million dollars.


Maybe some of you have heard of this? It’s called ‘The Monty Hall Problem.’ Check out the video here: The Math Question that Has Stumped Thousands of ‘ManSplainers.’ Apparently, men have greater trouble understanding this reasoning than women. What do you think?


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Three Line Tales: Poem: Lunes – ‚ÄúSkyward‚ÄĚ #3LineTales #poetry #amwriting


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Up and down, up and . . .

I think we’re,

All falling, deep down.

*****

Up, then down, down then . . .

We dream of —

Flying, not falling.

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Down trodden where’s up?

Feathers spread,

Never down, but skyward.


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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Sonorous Voice” #amwriting #3LineTales #poetry¬†


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Mood settles down, crowd whispering, 

Taking the microphone, 

Sees phones glowing in darkness. 

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His sonorous voice ooos, flows, 

Cascades in waves, 

Crescendos — crowd sings each word. 

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Shivers down our spines, melodic —

Voice raised profoundly. 

Clarity resounding, lyrics in hearts. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Meat That Isn’t Me” #3LineTales #amwriting #poetry¬†


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Gwendolyn asks the leering butcher,

“What’s your finest

Cut of meat?” Eyebrows raised —

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He gazes up says, “What type

Of meat Madame?”

She grits her teeth, repulsed.

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He watches her, lasciviously flirting,

He winks; Gwendolyn —

Replies,”Meat that isn’t me.”


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Three Line Tales: A Stand Out Guy #amwriting #fiction #3LineTales 


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I told them I couldn’t do it anymore because the hours were too long and even after twenty-years, I never felt recognized for my achievements. Management said I was a ‘nobody’ that there was nothing different about me from any other employee they dealt with, but then I found out other storm troopers felt the same way I did. Just because we’re clones doesn’t mean we do everything exactly the same, that some of us aren’t better workers than others –so here we are brainstorming ideas of how we can as individuals stand out in The Empire and to the Emporer; I’m excited things have gone this far. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Cinquin – “The Dim Below” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


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Danger

The water’s cold, 

Something down there swims;

We’re not sure what it is; sharp teeth —

Razors

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Beware, 

Don’t step into —

Murky dim deep water, 

You won’t be returning home, 

It bites. 

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Below, 

Far down it moves, 

Stay out of the lake; your —

Light isn’t meant to turn dark; stay —

Alive. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Within Each Sip” #amwriting #poetry #3Lintales¬†


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Table set, wild flowers leaning, 

Feast begins uproariously

Wine overflows, company fully tipsy. 

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Each person provided placecard, seating —

Sumptuous meal with —

Strangers, bellies full; dessert eaten slowly. 

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No thoughts, host is devious;

Poison downed easily

Eternal slumber within each sip. 

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Septoplets – “Purpose to Explore” #3Linetales #amwriting #quotes #poetry¬†


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That’s the, 

 Joy of, 

Life; Every —

Year. 

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New, 

Chance to, 

Explore possible, 

Paths; accomplishments

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Finding revealed

Your purpose

In life, 

Dreams.

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Desires, 

Goals meant, 

For you. 

Other’s not;

Your purpose

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Hopefully, to —

Help someone.

If not, 

Don’t —

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Harm

Them as, 

You explore, 

Life’s adventures

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Dazzling Warmth” #3Linetales #amwriting #poetry


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Wool of coat, not enough, 

A chill fills, 

Air crisp, bitter, it nips. 

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Icey cold cheeks, Mom’s hand, 

Feels my skin, 

Sparkler stick held, heat dazzling

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Such sparks fly, ignited shimmering, 

Burning radiant stick, 

Warmth fills the chilled night.

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Three Line Tales: A Million Times Better #3LineTales #nonfiction #amwriting 


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Everyone either loves or hates fruit bread and more often than not, this stiff and solid rock like cake which sits in your stomach as if you’ve ingested a stone, is detested by many people. No matter the tradition or reason we bake/eat fruit bread at Christmas, it is a custom many of us wonder about; I can honestly say, however, there is only one fruit bread in the world I love because it tastes wonderful and is nothing like any fruit bread I’ve ever tasted before, or will ever taste again. 

Grandma’s fruit bread wasn’t like traditional loaves of fruit bread because it was soft and tempting as I believe, any kind of bread should be; inside her bread was sugared and candied fruits much like traditional fruit bread, except my Grandma’s fruit bread was melt in your mouth and we used to toast a small slice or two for breakfast during the holidays and have it with becel; the buttery, sweet, soft bread was delicious and makes me hungry thinking about it; Grandma’s fruit bread was not traditional fruit bread — it was a million times better.

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