Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verses five and six
In Which Your Humble Blogger is again reminded of how cool the world (that was made with ten utterances) is, and how grateful Your Humble Blogger is for it.
I’ve got a little list, except I don’t anymore
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t write up the ranty ranty rant about how mad I am that Google made all my old notes disappear and made me work like hell to get them back. Gr.
What didn’t happen
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In Which Your Humble Blogger presents a counterfactual, and then can’t get it out of his head. Feh.
Armistice Day
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In Which Your Humble Blogger again marks remembrance.
This was also true of the Joe without shoes.
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In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t realize until the note was already far too long that this was paralleling a C.S. Lewis essay recently read, and which could probably have been profitably mined for specific insight and cleverness.
Round on the ends and Hi in the middle
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all gripey. Surprise! It’s Gripey Blogger! With the super-ability to gripe even about stuff he likes!
Election Day 2011
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In Which Your Humble Blogger should note what Gentle Readers already know, I hope, that American-style democracy works to the extent that people care about electing the Town Council and the Board of Education, far more so than the President.
Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verse four
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have much to say on the verse, but I am told that over one-third of the population of our city have power, after only seven days in the wilderness.
Alfred
In Which Your Humble Blogger posts from a warm, dry place near a working electrical outlet.
Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verses two and three
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In Which Your Humble Blogger counts like this: three, seven, ten, many.