The narrator of Moby Dick begins the story with "Call me Ishmael" and carries on for about 1000 pages of typical New England fiction. Now, Cassandra was the Trojan prophetess who thought it would be a great idea to incinerate the Trojan Horse, which she dreamed presciently would emit bloodthirsty Greeks to slaughter the people. However, she did not convince the citizenry, who thought the Greeks had brought a nice "no hard feelings" gift.
The reason for the revised opinion of the Blog title is to express the instinctive Norwegian pessimism of the writer. He is a male, hence the masculine formulation. He grew up precisely halfway from the equator to the north pole. He had doubts about the prophecy of the ground hog regarding "only" six weeks more of winter; in a leap year, that would land one right on the Ides of March. Yours truly often wished the woodchuck and chucked a couple of weeks more of wood so as to emerge into somewhat balmyer temperatures.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
To everything there is a season---
but professional sorts promoters have hopelessly confused just what any particular season was. In the writer's youth, if there were windfall peaches over near Peterson Park, we knew it was time for the world series. Good Heavens, in the 2010 season, memory seems to recall a game in December.
Of course, the question is also muddled by another question, to wit, "When does fruit taste good?".Canny merchandisers always try to make sure the fruit they are selling has the colors seen in the seed catalog. Such fruit simply may not taste very good. It may have attractive shades of red and yellow, but a blindfolded taste test could make it difficult to distinguish fruit from a white potato. Now, those windfall peaches or pears may have light bruises. THESE BRUISES ARE NOT POISONOUS, or yours truly would not be eying fourscore years,nor his brothers. fours score and seven or five, respectively. In their experience, one is forced to preach the benefits of flushing Los Angeles fumes from their lungs.
The season for fresh air is always; the season for ripe fruit is more often than might be expected.
Of course, the question is also muddled by another question, to wit, "When does fruit taste good?".Canny merchandisers always try to make sure the fruit they are selling has the colors seen in the seed catalog. Such fruit simply may not taste very good. It may have attractive shades of red and yellow, but a blindfolded taste test could make it difficult to distinguish fruit from a white potato. Now, those windfall peaches or pears may have light bruises. THESE BRUISES ARE NOT POISONOUS, or yours truly would not be eying fourscore years,nor his brothers. fours score and seven or five, respectively. In their experience, one is forced to preach the benefits of flushing Los Angeles fumes from their lungs.
The season for fresh air is always; the season for ripe fruit is more often than might be expected.
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