Love the online version of The New York Times . Love, love, love it. However—and this has a big capital H, followed by a long pause wherein I don’t type—however, a recent mailing they sent caused me to heartedly question our future together. First off let me share with you that I am grateful every time I peruse their online edition, and have been for more than five years. There is no paper to unfold and fold, no ink smearing my fingertips, no yellowing newsprint stored in my recycle bin, and no trudging said paper off to the Duxbury town dump. (I don’t abide calling it a “transfer station.” “Dump” gets us where we need to go 75% quicker.) Most enjoyable, though, is not having to pick through murders and robberies and other garbage to find my science and health news. Unlike the printed paper, online I see only headlines and snippets until I click a specific article that I choose to read. This makes for less junk going to my subconscious. I keep a clean mind, see. So, I’m reading th...
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Say, on your previous post about the top 10 numbers, whatever happened to zero? Without it, you know, we wouldn't have nothing.
If you were a Mosquito for 24 hours, you'd be dead, wouldn't you? Isn't that their entire life span? Gad I hope so.
Yahweh = YHWY = one of the names for God. It's from the First Testament (or Old Testament). Since it was initially written down as a most sacred name, it was only written with consonants: YHWY. It's the old "I'm not worthy of writing or speaking God's name!" syndrome. Nobody knows the actual vowels in it so we humans collectively decided that it was an A and an E. Nobody knows why I know this.
Anyway, I wanna be Johnny Depp's personal reader ... but not for just a day.