Remember that time when the president had members of the press gallery scrambling? No, not for the usual reason; they needed access to the “urban dictionary”, to see if the Rosetta Stone to presidential chatter might lie therein. It didn’t, of course.
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I must not take political rhetoric seriously. I must not take political rhetoric seriously. If ever I do something unforeseen, like getting a tattoo… please, make sure that’s what my new ink says.
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I pay taxes (unlike someone rich and famous). Not huge amounts, but sufficient that I have to file paperwork each year to get the excess returned to me (to be spent as quickly as possible). Anyhow, for years now I’ve purchased software on a convenient CD and made sure to meet my deadlines.
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Here it is: one of the most important sports days in North America. With the population on standby for the half-time show (still more than 90 minutes away), I checked on Twitter to see what the sentiment might be.
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I’m now “living on borrowed time’. That big bag of coffee beans is empty. The remainder is in one of those ordinary sacks in the refrigerator, while the shipment from our dealer doesn’t ship until Monday (followed by whatever games the postal system will play, in their attempt to break said beans). Will we run out? Maybe.
posted in food, humour | Comments Off on The borrowed time model | 253 words
Despite having a lot of available time, I’ve made a decision. I’m not going to learn “latte art”. The realization that I prefer my coffee black has a lot to do with it, and also the metaphor about painting a cloud. The crema is ephemeral. However, I would like to up my “knock box” skills.
posted in food, Wx | Comments Off on The physics of drifting snow | 256 words
When the evening news showed someone burst firing an automatic rifle, I assumed the coverage had turned to one of the umpteen war zones around the world. Then, the shooter pulled off his ear protectors and goggles; there was The Kevin. At a shooting range in the deep South. You can’t make this stuff up; one of the pretenders to the throne of Canada, being a “good old boy”, and tweeting about the fun.
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No stones around here. Some little rocks, maybe. Pebbles, to be sure. But based on a year of observation, not a single stone of any importance. And certainly none standing around.
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