“To me, success as a writer would be dying alone on an ice flow shortly after turning eleventy-one.”
Jackie, reading a course title from a catalog: Planning for 2022 with astrology.
Me: I guess that’s as good a way to plan as any really, really bad way.
When someone says “nevertheless,” I like to agree, and add “always the more.”
Merchandise on strike!
(The grey Honda to the left is also our car. It’s parked way over to the left in a very wide space, making me comfortable with parking the Subaru way to the left in its space.)
Many restaurants call themselves eateries, but I’ve never seen a store that calls itself a shopery. What’s up with that?
“It’s hard to believe that July is more than half over!”—One of the guys in my tai chi group.
I have long imagined a DIY project for a self-adjusting sundial. You put it down on any flat surface and it uses a magnetometer and a small motor to find north and orient itself correctly, and then uses a GPS and another small motor find the latitude and set the angle of the gnomon.
I want one of these signs with the word “rentiers” swapped in for “renters,” but otherwise unchanged.
Somebody should make a “Vs.” movie about a male cardinal who turns out to have been fighting with his own reflection for the whole movie.
“Based on a true story!”