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  • Wastepaper Baskets

    The Wright Brothers’ first flight was 120 feet and lasted twelve seconds. Had Usain Bolt witnessed their feat, he might have been mildly amused while grinning that his gold medals and world records were safe even against machines. Back to the drawing board, the Wright Brothers went. Their tenacity turned 120 feet and twelve seconds…

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  • A Book for Every Day

    An epic novel takes time to absorb, so reading it over and over again, irrespective of its literary prowess, linguistics, and message, could end up feeling like a chore. There are a few novels I’ve read multiple times, A Prayer for Owen Meany among them, but it was over a period of years, decades in…

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  • Viruses, irrespective of their origins, have one universal characteristic: they cannot travel over water. So, for example, if you were standing on the beach with the ocean to your right, you could rest assured that no virus could attack you from that direction. Also, if you are old enough to have read a newspaper on…

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  • In what was dubbed “Operation Cyclone,’” the U.S. furnished the Mujahedin with the weapons and cash they needed to resist the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan; Iraq fired SCUD missiles that they acquired courtesy of the Soviets at the U.S. for intervening in the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait; the U.S. coughed up a billion or so…

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  • You Poor, Dumb Bastard

    Dear Miserly Old Prick, In the event that you’ve lost track of time (doubtless you have; it’s a symptom of living too long), it’s 2062, and you’re 100 years old. Congratulations. But are congratulations in order? Should longevity count as an accomplishment? Let us examine the situation, shall we? Presently, you’re enjoying life with the…

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  • Owl At Home

    I’m a basic man, a conservationalist in my accepted wisdoms, who practices the art of minimalism. I am also a salt-of-the-earth Italian who believes in attacking matters one at a time and correctly. Some call it OCD; I call it focus. If I’m doing something, rest assured, it is not a frivolous whim but a…

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  • A Day of Wine and Roses

    And so another February 14th is among us. As history illustrates, February 14th, in the year 1929, did not go so swimmingly for old Bugsy Moran. Never let it be said that Al Capone was not a man without a sense of irony. However, the Saint Valentine’s Day massacre, which took place in Lincoln Park,…

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  • A brainstorm, an open pasture, a few good friends, and whatever became of Alexander Joy Cartwright? Baseball is not a fast-paced game, but it is sudden. Often, we can’t see baseball coming; it just happens—the game’s defining moments come and go like a flicker of light, bringing instantaneous and unexpected joy and crushing heartbreak without…

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  • I tend to lean into the extreme, to see how far I can push my body. For example, whenever you see a guy jogging in 12 degrees with a windchill factor of minus five and think to yourself, “What a moron!” chances are that moron is me. And when you question the sanity of a…

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  • The Look

    It’s said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. If that indeed is the case, that repetition and expectations as they pertain to results equals insanity, then I am insane. It’s no longer debatable. For example, for sixteen consecutive years, I’ve tried explaining to Rocky the…

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