If you know your Genesis 2:19, you know that, though God kept the rivers for himself, Adam’s first job was to find a name for every beast of the field and every fowl of the air. A thing may be merely corporeal, but it isn’t truly real until there’s a word for it. And so “there’s a word for that” is never an unwelcome phrase. It’s trivia that you always want to know. Take something like @#$%&?!!!, the string of symbols conventionally used in comic strips to denote unprintable…
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One of the most vexing things about election year politics in the Bush era is that the only defensible stance is that Bush or his ilk must not win; it becomes impossible to criticize the opposition candidate without being accused of fifth columnism. And if that was true in 2000 and 2004, when the Democratic Party was offering up dull lumps like Al Gore1 and John Kerry, it’s likely that things are going to be especially fierce this year, now that the Democratic candidate actually possesses considerable appeal and charisma….
In which fhazel and c.libre hurtle themselves five years back into time to save the world.
Kurt Vonnegut, 1922 - 2007
Of all the arts, music is practised most and thought about least. Why this should be the case may be explained on several grounds. A sweet mystery enshrouds the nature of music. Its material part is subtle and elusive. To master it on its technical side alone costs a vast expenditure of time, patience, and industry. But since it is, in one manifestation or another, the most popular of the arts, and one the enjoyment of which is conditioned in a peculiar degree on love, it remains passing strange that the indifference touching its nature and elements, and the character of the phenomena which produce it, or are produced by it, is so general. I do not recall that anybody has ever tried to ground this popular ignorance touching an art of which, by right of birth, everybody is a critic. The unamiable nature of the task, of which I am keenly conscious, has probably been a bar to such an undertaking. But a frank diagnosis must precede the discovery of a cure for every disease, and I have undertaken to point out a way in which this grievous ailment in the social body may at least be lessened.
You’ll get a dallying notion, but you will soon recover. No longer undercover, branch out into complete disorder.
they should serve refreshments at road blocks, instead of asking pointed questions, searching, seizing. america is on fire. america needs an ice cold one, america needs a slice of watermelon, america needs a skinny-dip in the pond with a few of its friends. life is too short to be lonely, america! …