August 2002
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Left behind
Almost every morning for the past week I’ve taken a very late-night-early-morning walk to the 24-hour grocery store to get whatever I was in dire desire of, and almost every one of those mornings, in almost exactly the same place between me and the store, something has been incongruously sat. The other day it was a shopping bag, just this morning it was a pair of shoes. They hadn’t...
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Bitter
Not having a usable teapot means that I make a lot of tea ‘by the cup’, one at a time, as prescribed by Dr. Me. I’m having one right now, and was wondering why the hell it was so damned bitter. Sip, sip, slurp, slurp, and the cup is now devoid of tea. It has also revealed the answer to the great bitterness mystery to me: I forgot to take the frigging teabag out of the cup before...
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The Birdman of Alcatraz
We have popular ways of looking at things that sometimes obscure the facts, the ‘accepted’ facts, of a situation. I learned something of which I was not aware, when I was watching The Birdman of Alcatraz the other night: Robert Stroud (the birdman) never had any birds when he was at Alcatraz. All of that took place when he was at the prison in Leavenworth, Kansas. All his years of...
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Idiot
From my reading for my critical thinking course, I’ve learned an interesting fact: the word ‘idiot’ is a Greek term used to denote someone who is unacquainted with ethics. Interesting how useage of that word has mutated over the centuries, to us now using it to denote someone we find stupid, moronic. And perhaps that is the point: at one point in time a person ‘was’...
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Extra out of the ordinary
I was watching Neil Simon’s ‘Brighton Beach Memoirs’ recently, and once again marvelling at the talent some people have for taking the seemingly ordinary (that which we sometimes fail to notice because it’s so commonplace) and turning it into something extraordinary, turning something into a story with which almost anyone could relate. Once in a rare while I find I can do...
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Money
What’s the most precious thing you have? Time, right? So why is it we will gladly give up hours and hours of time, of our lives, of our selves, but we all turn a bit funny in the gills when it comes to borrowing money, or lending it? Is it because we see money as a symbol of time, more precious than the time itself? Is it true, as Trent Reznor says, that money is the new God? Emotions and...
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Flora
I wonder how many of my grandmother’s plants I’m going to kill this time? She’s gone off to Winterpig to visit her brother, and every time she goes away and leaves me in care of her flora, something dies. Normally this is because I forget to water them. I have a feeling I’m going to kill the damned things by drowning them. I’ve been over-watering them methinks,...
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Sex
I’ve been trying to recall how and when I first learned about sex, and I can’t. I remember the cartoon ‘My Mom’s Having A Baby’, and some booklet about the menstrual cycle, but I really can’t figure out how and when I learned the naming and usage and connection of parts. I know I wasn’t ‘sat down and had a talk with’, that’s something my...
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Long-haired freaky people
Sometimes I think people take things a tad too personally and seriously, even though I can understand why in this case. Seems Led Zeppelin was almost refused ability to play in Copenhagen one year, because Eva von Zeppelin saw their first album’s cover, and saw it all as an insult to her heritage (and right this minute I can’t recall what’s on that album cover). They finally did...
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Nudist colony
Every time I hear or use the expression “nudist colony” I keep thinking of things like ant farms, or those seahorses you can grow yourself - like a chia nudist - you just pour out the seeds, add water, and presto! Instant naked people!
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If you had all the money you would ever need...
If you had all the money you would ever need…and more, what would you do with your life? What would be your motivation to get out of bed everyday? What would I do? I’d do everything. Having that much money would mean very few doors were ever closed to me. Donatins to charity aside, here’s what I’d do if I had that amount of cash (this list subject to augmentation without...
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Lend one of your five senses
If you were able to lend one of your five senses to a person born without, which one would you give? What would you forgo so another could experience? This is almost too easy for me to answer - I would lend my sight. Yes, I am sight-impaired, and wish my vision were far better than it is, but if I could lend my vision (little as it is) to someone without sight I would do so without hesitation. I...
