No, contrary to what some of you may be assuming (or hoping), I will not be writing about our beloved, yet short-lived TV show. (Although, if/when it strikes me, I just may find myself writing about The Big Yellow Joint or George Sr.’s love of ice cream sandwiches.) This time, however, the phrase will be used to describe what it means to work under the tightly regulated realm of government.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
If You Could See What I See...
Whenever I begin these little climbing posts, I feel tempted to recycle the bromidic phrase, If You Could See What I See. With this expression--I think to myself--the reader will have undergone some prescribed Gestalt Shift which lends itself to my, not-so-unique-after-all, obsession. The duck will become the rabbit, and the reader ought to now share my enthusiasm for clawing at these big pebbles. Admittedly, it's a token best reserved for rousing speeches to a sleeping nation or to con a friend into some self-serving machination.
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