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Month: January 2009

The Unpleasantness of Pleasantries

Posted on January 9, 2009February 28, 2022 by KZ

  Frankly, I don’t care how you’re doing. I know the feeling is mutual. Why does every conversation have to begin with the inane ritual of each party asking the other how they are doing? It’s a question that we ask to establish some phony sense of rapport, but we all know it’s meaningless and…

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The Evolutionary Shaft

Posted on January 6, 2009October 11, 2022 by KZ

Who do you suppose it was in history who first looked at a horse and thought to himself: “Hey, that animal’s strength, size, and general demeanor would make that creature the perfect beast of burden.”? “Just look at it!” this opportunist must have said to himself. “That animal’s back is perfectly contoured to form a…

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I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.~F. Scott FitzgeraldSource: The Great Gatsby
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