Yeah, that and the Harley. But in the latter case it’s at least good for recreation. My accountant — semi-retired, widowed — loves his hog, and I know him well enough to know it isn’t a pose.
I recall wondering aloud 20-plus years ago if the roads out in the more affluent suburbs were really...
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Many modernist architects designed houses to be built with some degree of prefabrication, with major components assembled offsite and cobbled together onsite. This was common with the houses built on steel frames.
And we all know about the mail order house kits available early in the...
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The American “Big Three” sell a helluva lot of trucks. The Ford F Series pickup has been the best selling offering of any for decades now. I don’t know that Toyota and Nissan (which make “full size” as well as more compact pickups) have eaten into the Big Three sales so much as found their...
The gist of it is that ain’t nobody paying any of us much nevermind anyway.
This is not to say that people shouldn’t concern themselves with what others think of them (those who argue to the contrary are either delusional or at least potentially sociopathic), but that perseverating on whatever...
I’ve been told I was born in a particular place on a particular date. I have no reason to doubt it. But I know that my “official” birth certificate contains a factual error as to biological parentage. So I learned at an early age the distinction between de facto and de jure.
My fuzzy personal recollections tend to run in the opposite direction — I effed up this or that thing or did that person wrong or I never was attractive or deserving or that my successes were more due to luck than skill or effort or virtue.
But I’ve long held that people with negative...
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Pretty much the same here. My magical thoughts are generally of the superstitious type (knock on wood, etc.), but I recognize it for what it is.
I’ve been witnessing a quite elderly person increasingly creating an imaginary personal history.
It’s attributable in part to the sort of cognitive decline typical of people that age, and, I think, in part to wanting life to be something other than what it has been. There’s just so much loss...
We are no longer the new people on our block, having been here nine years come next month. I get along fine with the immediate neighbors, the ones we share fences with, and I enjoy the folks from Algeria who moved in directly across the street three years ago. They had one little boy then. Now...
I’ve noted how two-word phrases have come into common use when, as often as not, one word would suffice.
Examples?
“Price point.” Isn’t “price” good enough?
”Skill set.” How does that differ in any meaningful way from “skills”?
”Lived experience.” What other kind of experience is there...
But let’s not blame the new tech itself for all the unnecessary delays. I still too often find myself behind a fellow shopper who waits until her purchases are entirely rung up before she sets to fumbling through her purse for the checkbook and, wouldn’t you know it?, she can’t find a pen.
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I find myself muttering that line when a young man (it’s almost always a young man) goes screaming by on his street-legal but crazy fast crotch rocket.
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As I’ve noted before, I have little patience with adults who apparently think it their duty to tell kids that kind of claptrap. The one I heard at least a thousand times was “you can do anything you set your mind to.”
I knew it was pure nonsense, but I couldn’t say that lest I’d have...
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Art can spring from misery, but pity the poor, generally young, soul who, in his self-absorbed head, gets to believing he‘s a great artist too far ahead of his time or too smart for the world to understand or too whatever. To that young man we can only say, you ain’t Vincent, nor Kurt...
I never quite got the lionization of Kurt Cobain. I was living in Seattle then, not far from the Cobain residence, where he killed himself. My life at that time had me in regular company with young adults, people a couple decades my junior, more or less, many of whom were kinda distraught at...
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Yesterday I attended an event billed as “Time Travelers Vintage Expo,” mostly because friends had a booth there, selling costume jewelry, mostly, and some items of attire.
There was very little there predating the 1960s, and even fewer people of an earlier vintage. It occurs to me now...
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