What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Feigning melodrama.
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Feigning melodrama.
Post-breakfast satiety with a side of caffeine rush.
I poop. Surely, I would have exploded in my youth if I hadn’t developed the habit. I feel my quality of life as a human must be better than the quality of life of gut bacteria in wall-spattered fecal matter. At least I have the leisure and capacity to contemplate such things.
Long For This World: The Strange Science of Immortality by Jonathan WeinerWhen all is quiet and harmonious, and one anticipates good things are to come.
From the outskirts of the town
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
Is it changed, or am I changed?
Ah! the oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.
Bright as ever flows the sea,
Bright as ever shines the sun,
But alas! they seem to me
Not the sun that used to be,
Not the tides that used to run.
It continues to offer daily learning opportunities. Plus, the people are friendly and the climate is quite good.
Experiences and lessons.
There are flying cars here. I fear my death will be by chucked beer bottle.
A bus strike starts today. My chance of dying on the grill of a crosstown bus is substantially reduced for some indefinite period.