Thoughts
It’s said that when one door closes, another opens. I disagree. There are always thousands of doors open, we just don’t pay attention to them until a door closes.
In the run-on sentence that is the first verse of Yankee Doodle, what is it that Yankee Doodle calls “macaroni?” The town he’s riding into? The pony? The feather? His hat? Or the process of sticking a feather in one’s hat while riding a pony to town?
Saw this bumper sticker this morning: “Cheney-Voldemort 2012.”
Why is it that, of all the things my phone could do in my pocket, it always logs on to the internet?
I walked by a neighbor on the way to the train this morning. As we passed, we both said, “morning.” As I walked on, I thought how weird it was that two people who barely know each other would meet, say the time of day, and move on. When it’s night, we don’t pass people and say “evening,” I thought. And then I thought, oh yes, we do.
There are two places to stand while you wait for the train: near the track, and near the wall. That middle part is the ‘hallway.’ Stay out of it.
And here’s some escalator etiquette: stand on the right, walk on the left.
Evaporation: nature’s gift to janitors.
I’m not saying it’s wonderful or anything, but there’s a part of having diarrhea that’s not bad.
I’m going to write an Onomatopoeia Dictionary.
In the run-on sentence that is the first verse of Yankee Doodle, what is it that Yankee Doodle calls “macaroni?” The town he’s riding into? The pony? The feather? His hat? Or the process of sticking a feather in one’s hat while riding a pony to town?
Saw this bumper sticker this morning: “Cheney-Voldemort 2012.”
Why is it that, of all the things my phone could do in my pocket, it always logs on to the internet?
I walked by a neighbor on the way to the train this morning. As we passed, we both said, “morning.” As I walked on, I thought how weird it was that two people who barely know each other would meet, say the time of day, and move on. When it’s night, we don’t pass people and say “evening,” I thought. And then I thought, oh yes, we do.
There are two places to stand while you wait for the train: near the track, and near the wall. That middle part is the ‘hallway.’ Stay out of it.
And here’s some escalator etiquette: stand on the right, walk on the left.
Evaporation: nature’s gift to janitors.
I’m not saying it’s wonderful or anything, but there’s a part of having diarrhea that’s not bad.
I’m going to write an Onomatopoeia Dictionary.