Sometimes one must write a love letter to tabbouleh.
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What happens when shot put players switch to being pitchers?
Lately the bar for being an introvert has gotten higher.
Perhaps introverts from a decade ago should now be called extra introvert.
But that’s too long, so it can be abbreviated to extr.overt.
If someone had described this world to me before I was born, would I have thought this was doable?
Seeing a crane fly while looking for that mosquito is quite alarming.
“Time eats it all”
for age mod 10 = 0, celebrate when age = age Â± age/10/2.
That thing that describes things you can’t remember the names for. That thing.
Sand tiger sharks are just big puppies. Sure.
But if they want to, could they take a piece of me as a souvenir?
What if coral reefs are ticklish?
This ship is such a ship. SUCH a ship.
Maybe the hand in the ultimate machine just wants to come out of the box.
It’s hard to tell if we’ve started marching towards it. Wonder if that’s how everyone felt in the past.
If I had been told this was the deal before entering, it probably didn’t good.
But once in, it’s not so bad!
Cut four slices of gruyere bread.
M “Cut more, no?”
“Oh no, I’ll just take one.”
M “Take more.”
“I’m fine. I’ll just take this edge piece.”
M “No no, you should cut more! You usually eat the whole loaf.”
It is true. I love it.
Tiny data solutions are often quite elegant.
After watching a super hero movie, all I could think about was how those super powers would be great on glacier travels.
Seems I’ve been bitten by the mountain bug.
There are some things that I truly believed to be fantastic until I actually did it.
Walking in clouds is one of those.
Neither hay fever or flower pollen allergy is correct.
Being afraid of lightning makes much more sense.