Hello. Last Friday, Rachel and I were having dinner at an upscale Eastern Market taqueria named El Paraiso. (Excellent sangria, tragically desiccated meat.) Rachel leaned across the table and whispered: “There’s a story over your left shoulder.” Furtively, I stole a glance.
There are many articles of the style of "If you don't think you have white privilege, then what about when ______ etc." They will make you re-question if you ever thought you had NO racism. At least I intend not to have racism.
Not to brag (okay, maybe a little) but I just now saw a notification saying that one person subscribed to the Gene Pool because of my share! The specific share was not specified. But still. I didn't know that was a thing--obviously, it happens, I just didn't know that there was anything that tracked my success. Share away, fellow Poolers. Share away.
You write: "Matzoh stays fresh forever. Forever. Like the food of the Hebrews stumbling around in the desert." The food of the Hebrews in the wilderness was manna. Please see Exodus 20:16ff for a correction. It did not keep; it bred worms and stank, except for the extra collected for the Sabbath.
When you rashly declared that "matzoh stays fresh forever" surely you meant that matzoh has never been fresh and thus lasts in its original stale form forever.
Came across an unusual, as these tend to go, (and award winning) "flash" piece that seems oh so up-to-the-minute.
"You’re in love; it’s great, you swipe on your phone and order: the next day a Taylor Swift clone shows up at your house. It’s not awkward, it’s everything you want. She knows all her songs, and she sings them just for you. When you put your Taylor Swift to bed (early, you got a big day tomorrow) you peek over the fence into the Rosenblatt’s yard, and the lights are blazing. Your best friend Tina has three Taylor Swifts swimming in her pool. She has a miniature Taylor Swift she keeps on a perch, a Taylor Swift with wings. You’re so jealous. She’s not even paying attention to them, she’s too busy having sex with her other Taylor Swifts, they’re so fucking loud it’s disgusting. You hate Taylor Swift…" “Taylor Swift,” by Hugh Behm-Steinberg
Understand from an impeachable source, that the all-purpose unleavened bread, when properly aged, was also the first martial arts throwing weapon. Getting caught in the throat by a deftly thrown matzoh was not pleasant, it was said. And so it was written.
I'm watching CNN and they mentioned "Hope Hicks," to which I immediately added "and the Hot Licks." I'm old.
They also said that Trump was "watching Pecker" and I laughed like a 12-year old.
There are many articles of the style of "If you don't think you have white privilege, then what about when ______ etc." They will make you re-question if you ever thought you had NO racism. At least I intend not to have racism.
You should see what happens to our targeted advertising after the 'Vite runs one if its Amazon product review contests.
Not to brag (okay, maybe a little) but I just now saw a notification saying that one person subscribed to the Gene Pool because of my share! The specific share was not specified. But still. I didn't know that was a thing--obviously, it happens, I just didn't know that there was anything that tracked my success. Share away, fellow Poolers. Share away.
You write: "Matzoh stays fresh forever. Forever. Like the food of the Hebrews stumbling around in the desert." The food of the Hebrews in the wilderness was manna. Please see Exodus 20:16ff for a correction. It did not keep; it bred worms and stank, except for the extra collected for the Sabbath.
When you rashly declared that "matzoh stays fresh forever" surely you meant that matzoh has never been fresh and thus lasts in its original stale form forever.
Came across an unusual, as these tend to go, (and award winning) "flash" piece that seems oh so up-to-the-minute.
"You’re in love; it’s great, you swipe on your phone and order: the next day a Taylor Swift clone shows up at your house. It’s not awkward, it’s everything you want. She knows all her songs, and she sings them just for you. When you put your Taylor Swift to bed (early, you got a big day tomorrow) you peek over the fence into the Rosenblatt’s yard, and the lights are blazing. Your best friend Tina has three Taylor Swifts swimming in her pool. She has a miniature Taylor Swift she keeps on a perch, a Taylor Swift with wings. You’re so jealous. She’s not even paying attention to them, she’s too busy having sex with her other Taylor Swifts, they’re so fucking loud it’s disgusting. You hate Taylor Swift…" “Taylor Swift,” by Hugh Behm-Steinberg
Speaking of the Columbia demonstrations, Mark Rudd, born June 3, 1947, is still alive and active. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Rudd?wprov=sfti1#Later_developments
Newspaper clipping about the Vikings is excellent. And note that the article, in a British paper, omitted the Oxford comma.
Amen, brother! I am proud of the Columbia students following in their spiritual parents' footsteps.
took Harvard subconscious racism poll. I am not racist. Nyah Nyah.
Understand from an impeachable source, that the all-purpose unleavened bread, when properly aged, was also the first martial arts throwing weapon. Getting caught in the throat by a deftly thrown matzoh was not pleasant, it was said. And so it was written.