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"Is nothing sacred?" Yes. Atheism is a doctrine that there
is no God. However, many atheists are devout in their lack of
belief, which makes them religious in spite of themselves. So to
them, nothing is indeed sacred.
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Can you name the "hottest" letter of the alphabet? Or the most
"upscale" letter? It seems that car manufacturers have created a
shortage of "luxury letters." NBC4 explains:
Luxury cars used to be called El
Dorados or Town-and-Countrys. Now they're called "M-35" and Q-45
and MDXs. And the Wall Street Journal reports that's creating a
shortage of luxury letter and number combinations. As it stands,
22 of the alphabet's 26- letters have been taken.
Letters "S" and "Z" are in great demand. But neither comes close
to letter "X", which is the hottest letter. And nobody wants O,
P, U, or Y which are seen as too ordinary for upscale. By the
way, B, F, and N are lousy letters too. But the way I see it, the
letters L, I, and Z make a delightful car combination.
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I dreamed that I was with an older woman (perhaps in her 60s), who was
leading me on some sort of swimming expedition. We came across
some stalagmite-type formations sticking out of the water, and my guide
encouraged me to view them by partially submerging my face so that the
top half of my eyes saw what was above water level and the bottom half
of my eyes saw what was submerged. I indicated that I already
knew that the formations continued underwater, but she insisted that I
view it for myself. Afterwards, we swam toward a farther
destination, and the experience of swimming was transcendently
pleasurable. I found that I couldn't sink and therefore could
devote myself to swimming with absolutely no fear, much as a fish must
feel. The feel of the water itself was also astonishingly,
transcendently pleasurable. It had no temperature (neither warm
nor cold), but I felt so at home in it that it bordered on
ecstasy. I felt wholly in my element, at one with the ocean, and
enjoyed that swimming more than anything else I've ever done in my life.
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When I was 9, my 5-year-old kid brother convinced me that the craters
of the moon formed the face of Abe Lincoln. I didn't believe him
at first, but he seemed so sure. To children, Lincoln certainly
comes across as a demigod, beardedly sitting on that throne and
austerely bestowing freedom. That night my kid brother summed up
just how much "cents" I had. He probably could've had a field day
pointing out all sorts of imaginary constellations, such as the
heavenly chariot of the divine Abraham (I would have fallen for that
one right away, because I always thought the Lincoln Memorial on the
back of the penny was a trolley car). But I couldn't for the life
of me follow the line of my brother's finger all the way to the
heavens. I didn't realize then that all constellations are
made-up, formed by those who can picture the puzzles of life and
convince others to connect the dots.
Reader Comments:
Jonathan wrote,
I was obsessed with A. Lincoln when I
was in third grade. I somehow got the idea that I was supposed to
have a favorite president. I
chose Lincoln because of the Emancipation, and then went "all-out" in
the same compulsive way I embraced my faves The Partridge Family.
Highlights of this bizarre behavior included an essay for school in
which I said they should rename "I Love Lucy" as "I Love Lincoln."
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Asking the Same Question Again LaterIt was one of the oldest tricks in the book. Ask some questions, wait a while, then ask ’em again. —Ben Rehder, Buck Fever (2003)
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How can one express "what language is incapable of putting into
words?" Does relinquishing logical language foster unity with all
living things? The Theatre of the Absurd
has an innate distrust of language, preferring wordless communication
through "shapes, light, movement and gesture." The aim is "to
create a ritual-like, mythological, archetypal, allegorical vision,
closely related to the world of dreams."
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"Who wrote the book of love?" The Roman poet Ovid.
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SONG: Like a Rolling Stone
ARTIST: Bob Dylan
ORIGINAL LYRIC:
I wish I had a shilling
For each senseless killing
ADJUSTED FOR INFLATION:
I wish I had a quarter
For each senseless slaughter
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Ask QuestionsFirst , dust off the oldest trick in the book. Ask questions [to encourage close attention and active participation]. —Ted Burda, Baseball’s Hitting Secrets (2001)
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I dreamed that I hated the fact I was two
punctuation marks in one: a period and a comma. I envied other
punctuation, especially the dash.
Then I dreamed about how
Winston Churchill "believed that in remarks directed to the ear, a
semicolon was verboten—whereas a dash fit the rhythm of a speech or
talk, making it more conversational," just as in SPEAK LIKE CHURCHILL
by James C. Humes.
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