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Part 1 I notice, in my behavior, thoughts and outlook, certain morbid characteristics. They are a set of individual tendencies, but have some relation to each other. I often feel that these characteristics demand my control and attention, or else they may interfere with my life and relationships. If I do not pay them attention,…
16.2.2024 18:49Enter the ‘zoidMy heart stopped. I remembered now. Mrs. Stevens and her husband had chaperoned our entire class on a trip to Washington, D.C. Mrs. Stevens had delivered a defenseless, eminently brainwash-able (do not bleach) clutch of schoolchildren unto the pulsating cortex of an evil empire.
23.12.2023 17:11Liberty’s kidsYou see, I won't be counted among the loons and dupes who've had the wool pulled over their eyes by the pedophile elites, Dwight D. Eisenhower's ghost, and the rest of the Department of Transportation. I am a free man, and therefore I travel from North Florida to Central Florida without ever touching my rubber to an Interstate Highway. I take the county roads, I see the real America.
22.12.2023 21:14Memento multi-taskerLanguage is like a dish sponge. It soaks up stink. I once left a lightly-used dish sponge alone for a few hours. When I returned to the kitchen, a swarming cloud of fruit flies awaited me, bearing menace. Hundreds, maybe thousands of flies. There was an air of pestilence. How could it have happened?
22.12.2023 20:32Cracking open the book of secretsAbout fifty percent of Americans hang onto single-use plastics, like containers and grocery bags, that they know they won't use again. All the other trash that we do throw out, it's out there somewhere. What we’re dealing with here is a haunting.
21.12.2023 18:33Old PlasticsI grew up out in the country. There were piles of old glass bottles buried on the edge of cow fields ruled by bulls with massive testicles, and there was one bull that would jump the fence, and eat my mother's azaleas.
20.12.2023 22:36Up to Snuff[…] the decades after the infamous Krausch-Hirschland tests, a new type of fitness came to bear on couch potatoes and cardio champions alike. In the 1970s and […]
7.12.2020 18:44Comment on “A Present Danger”: Fitness and Moral Panic in Cold War America by Captain Freedom and the War on Obesity: Fitness in the 1970s and Beyond ...