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Words matter. Semantic values matter.
The economy may be going over a cliff. I certainly hope it isn’t, but I don’t dismiss the possibility. But even if it does, it will still show signs of life.
For now, daily economic activity is very much alive.
I look to how Hong Kong, Taiwan, and...
I suspect I will be alternately amused and outraged by the euphemisms issuing from the mouths of pundits and politicians in the coming weeks and months.
It is not to make light of the dire financial prospects facing millions of our fellows to note that even in the depths of the Depression the economy wasn’t “dead.”
In recent days it seems I’ve heard “reopening the economy” every several minutes.
While there’s no doubt that parts of the economy large and small are on hiatus, and that the effects of that are being felt throughout the economy, it isn’t that the economy is closed.
There’s gotta be a better...
Similar streamline moderne Greyhound station, but in a smaller scale, still standing in Olympia. Wash. Buses still pick up and drop off passengers there, but the interior is usually unstaffed and locked up. Passengers buy tickets online these days.
It seemed that grey Samsonites were half the suitcases on the carousels at SeaTac in the early 1970s, when I worked there.
An online discussion with a friend a while back turned to old luggage. I mentioned that I recently acquired another old cardboard suitcase. He said he’d never heard of such...
I have a modest collection of old suitcases and trunks, bought cheap, mostly decorative at this point. Even though they do function as tables and such now, they’re still luggage, unmodified.
There’s some discussion on these things in various Facebook groups, but I couldn’t locate one devoted...
Emails from politicians “personally asking” that I send more scratch to a candidate or campaign committee.
I have no relationship with these people that might honestly be called “personal.”
Valet parking.
Not all valet parking, just the valet parking that ties up a traffic lane. It just rubs wrong when the convenience of those with money to burn inconveniences everyone else, especially when I’m among the everyone else.
That grab-a-handheld-scanner-when-you-enter-the-store-and-scan-the-items-as-you-put-them-in-your-cart system was in one of the supermarkets I frequent. Only one. And the last time I was in that store the scanners were absent.
Never tried it myself. But then, I’m usually among the last to adopt...
Doubtful they’ve ever seen a telephone chair — those seats with a small table attached with a shelf or two for telephone books.
I may have seen one in an “antique” mall in recent years, but it’s been so long since I’ve come across one in its natural habitat there’s no way I could say when that...
“Creative” used as a noun. You know, in constructions such as “my husband and I are both creatives,” which I suppose means they both work in the arts. But maybe not. Maybe they’re software engineers. Or, I dunno, almost anything that might be done better (or at least differently) if those doing...
You could throw a stained, threadbare bedsheet on some guys and they’d look good.
A thin — unusually thin — guy can pull off that slim-fitting suit look. For the rest of us, wearing anything even remotely snug-fitting just draws attention to the unfortunate lumps and bumps.
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