Year: 2022
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: what if we knew? :
The one thing we know for certain is, we’re going to die. All 8 billion of us are going to turn toes up and croak. Some day. Life is a limited engagement, you know, but we’ve no idea how long we’ll be onstage. I, myself, am somewhat fearful of dying. Not of death, just the…
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: choosing a hill to die on :
I’ve chosen freedom. I like it; I am unabashedly pro-freedom. Know why? I get to think for myself. Oh, don’t look so surprised, I do think sometimes. While I’ve conjured some of the dumbest, most ill-advised decisions in the history of the frontal lobe, I don’t let that stop me. I could give you examples,…
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: something wicked this way comes :
I know it. You know it. The entire northern hemisphere knows it. So why am I the only one panicking and doomsday prepping like a crazy person? Because I’m keenly attuned to seasonal nuance, that’s why. I can feel the menacing approach of winter from here, early September, when shorts and flip-flops are still a…
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: splooting explained :
The British call it pancaking. Squirrels call it life enhancing. Others call it heat dumping. Most of the big dictionaries don’t define it, yet. However, it is thought to be of recent coinage, which is nice. Etymology is such a gas. I, myself, stumbled across the term in, of all places, the Washington Post. Apparently,…
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: blame it on corn sweat :
It’s a real, honest-to-goodness thing. Corn, the kind that grows on tall, spindly stalks in endless rows of dirt, sweats. It stands quietly in the sunshine exhaling water into the atmosphere through a process called evapotranspiration. Less scientific types call it corn sweat. One measly acre of ripening corn (there are millions in Illinois) can…
the whirly girl 