Funnily, the thing that occasioned by little bit of reflection and restraint had nothing at all to do with politics, Trump/Biden, presidential elections, etc. As you wisely note, there is a lot more in the world for us to talk about. Iâm with you.
Sometimes restraint, not making the obvious (and true) snotty comment, is the best approach. If I say it, nothing will change. I wonât even feel good about it, because it will just alienate the people who wonât change. SilenceâŚ
Even the folks who originated said ladder never thought of it that way. Too many people only read the CliffsNotes and never think carefully about what theyâre reading. Theyâre looking for cartoon answers to complex questions in service of their next budget/program/.
Itâs one of our favorite 2-player games, a mainstay of our brewery and âSunday watching football at our localâ rotation. And itâs NOT about killing kitties. Rather, the kitties push red buttons and kill us. đš
Maybe the only thing I hate more than packing is unpacking, especially when I know Iâll just have repack this mess in a couple yearsâŚbut some unpacking is nice. The games are out! And we set aside a little shelf for birdy games! đď¸đŚ đŚđŚđŚ˘đđŚđŚđŚŠđŚââŹ
Only if youâre in a Roman legion. 𤣠I canât believe Iâm the one mounting a defense of the malleability of language. Very contrarian and out of character for me.
âThereâs been a death in the opposite house As lately as today. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out, The doctor drives away. The window opens like a pod, Abrupt, mechanicallyâŚâ âEmily Dickinson
It's been a minute, but I choke on this one today: Something is "imminent" if it likely to occur at any moment; something is "immanent" if it is inherent or indwelling. An Israeli move into Lebanon may be imminent, but it is not immanent. Please stop. (135/X)
âIt is an honorable thought, And makes one lift oneâs hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street. That weâve immortal place, Though pyramids decay, And kingdoms, like the orchard, Flit russetly away.â âEmily Dickinson