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- thanks, sis! I will call you about that.
- thanks, PJ. it was a pretty good day.
- Happy Birthday Baby Brother! May be we can hit the Garlic Rose the next time you come for a belated celebration.
- So I presume it's all of the above? Well, I hope you have an excellent bday!
- I write a lot about Paula and the LPGA, so she comes up a lot. I have no idea how the hairy arm part matches, although I did mention in one essay that I get a lot of searches for it, so that one...
non-breaking space
poetry, prose and everything else that fits in the space between
here, we have no need for mirrors;
we are not the introspectors -
only those with fault need bother.
we change the rules, make others follow.
photo: Chuckumentary ... Continue reading »
we are not the introspectors -
only those with fault need bother.
we change the rules, make others follow.
photo: Chuckumentary ... Continue reading »
1 year ago
Truer words my friend,
truer words.
1 year ago
I was thinking about this one for weeks, which betrays how little I've accomplished in that time. But I wanted to reflect what I've been feeling about the conservative brand of political correctness that tries to shame anyone who attaches even a shred of self-awareness to U.S. foreign policy.
Oddly, though, I only started to feel comfortable with this one after I started thinking of how it applied to my personal dealings. Maybe that's fitting.
1 year ago
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1 year ago
Someone (famous, I think) once said that when you're handed a gift, you are also handed a whip. The whip is for self-flagellation only.
I've always liked that. I find that I get lost most easily when I focus solely on improving people and things that aren't me ;)
1 year ago
1 year ago
I'm also sensing a bit of a Bible lesson, about plucking beams out of your own eye before whining about the splinter in someone else's? I like that one (and this one).
1 year ago
Qazse - thanks. That line was kind of the jumping off point for the poem - it only took me a few days to settle on a word ("introspectors") that apparently doesn't exist.
Sometimes I just can't believe that we, as a society, get off on being so blind to our own mannerisms and faults. Even when those mannerisms are pointed out and obvious, we don't counter by changing anything about ourselves, but rather by attacking the observers as traitors to our delusions. Odd. And sad.
1 year ago