A collection of miscellaneous weekly blog posts below!
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If you think the poor bastard above choking his steering wheel is having a rough day, imagine a day in the life of the cave dude below: You might come away with a whole new perspective of the term Door Dash. It took the entirety of the Pliocene Epoch and a portion of the Pleistocene…
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I realize we all have busy lives; but I promise that the 23 minutes required to watch this video will not be 23 minutes you’ll wish to have back. Some portions will serve to enlighten you. Other portions may prove embarrassing. On some level, big or small, the video describes everyone presently alive, for no…
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Because “American” is not an ethnicity, and “America” is essentially a patchwork quilt, she’s a nation devoid of a definable culture or a cultural aspect not mutually exclusive to market inventions. But that doesn’t preclude her from having an ethos, a vibe, or an atmosphere. For example, football, autumn, and Thanksgiving, on their own merits,…
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I don’t have three pet peeves. I have one overarching vexation that I turned into a mantra for my life, and it goes like this: My Time Isn’t Yours to Waste. Those who always arrive tardy, flustered, bedraggled, and armed to the teeth with excuses, have one common trait: there’re a pain in the ass.…
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If you haven’t already seen the video, you’ve at least heard about AI’s latest shtick: Keeping grandmothers alive. Give it a watch. It will only take a minute. My thoughts are below. We’ve finally made it! A generation ago, thanks to medical science, what used to require major surgery is solved with an in-and-out procedure.…
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Imagine riding from Braintree, Massachusetts to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… on a horse! Then imagine embarking on such a journey in the dead of winter, during a snowstorm. Who would do such a thing, and why? The “who” was John Adams. The “why” was because that’s how vital Adams’ presence was to the Continental Congress. Adams, Jefferson,…
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Many years ago, alone, I drove from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, to meet my wife, who had flown there days earlier. In Delaware, I merged from I95 onto 495 (Veteran’s Highway), a spur that subtracts several miles from the trip. It was a Saturday night at twilight. I had churned up many…
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A fool’s paradise There is a proverbial bridge that leads to a proverbial place. The place is commonly referred to as “Too Far,” accessible by the abovementioned bridge we just mindlessly crossed. And presently, we appear to be standing on Too Far’s threshold, preparing to get drawn into its vortex. Once in its grip, the…
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Kathryn: “Rocky, Daddy forgot to take the trash to the curb this morning, and we missed the collection. Now the garage is gonna stink all week. Bad Daddy!” Michael: “Rocky, Mom forgot to pick up the dry cleaning, and now Daddy has to pull a pair of pants from the dirty clothes. Mom has really…
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Some people haunt bookstores. Others haunt coffee cafes. I am incapable of walking past a bicycle shop. It was the autumn of 2019. I strolled into Manayunk Bikes in Philadelphia, my wife, Kathyn, by my side. For years, I pedaled a Cannondale Caad 8—a race-red road bike trimmed in black and gray. Kathryn told me,…
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