Just found out last night that “carpe diem” actually translates as “pluck the day” and not “seize the day”. It is a horticultural metaphor. Plucking the day means to harvest your day and enjoy it to the fullest, not to grab the cookie like the Cookie Monster and take a big chomp out of it. […]
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Why is man born to suffer and die? This question has been asked by every philosopher, preacher, pauper, player, pilgrim, and partner since the dawn of man’s ability to think such thoughts. Well, lemetellya, last night as I was sleeping off a couple of shots of bourbon that I had recently consumed, the possibility of
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After some serious cogitation, I have concluded that people of this world can’t possibly be as stupid as they are portrayed by the sources of information that are laid before me. The things I see on TV, read in the news, and see posted on the various social media platforms that I peruse therefore must
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I’ve always been a person that looks for a reason for the behaviors of myself and others. Why do we do what we do on a daily basis? What’s the motivation? What’s the potential outcome? It’s probably the same process that any author or playwright goes through when they are laying out their lame ass
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You probably all had at least one in your elementary school. A feller that was blessed with the most amazing and almost super human athletic abilities. There were a whole gaggel of these guys in my elementary school, but one stood out above all of the rest. We’ll just call him “Bif” – and I am sure
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Baseball was my thrill, my obsession, and my only darling. During the ever brief school summer vacation, I would spend every waking hour obsessing about baseball, circling the neighborhood, and pulling together a quorum of boys for a game at Crescendoe Field. Our game was slow pitch hardball. This was mainly due to the fact
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Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, and curious amoebas, I stand before you today with an absurd purpose, fueled by nonsensical musings and an insatiable hunger for bafflement. Prepare yourselves, for I shall embark upon a convoluted journey of perplexity, where logic is but a distant memory and coherence takes an extended vacation. In this twisted
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Do things really go wrong at the exact, most inconvenient time possible? It seems that way in my life, even though statistically, that seems improbable. Why just today, as I was getting ready to walk out the door, my son called and told me that his car stopped running. What are the odds? I was
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I recently happened upon a sonnet entitled “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus. About half way through, I realized that it was the same poem engraved on the plaque inside the Statue of Liberty. It is pasted below for your reading pleasure, along with my commentary Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering
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In the past few years, mainly since I have retired, I’ve felt myself sucked into the world of jazz. Oh, I’ve always been mildly attracted to it, mainly from the more jazzy side of rock music. Bands like Steely Dan have a pseudo jazzy feel, but I have since found out that the band is
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