Once upon a time, somebody told me that crying was the female equivalent of an erection. Entirely elusive when it would come in handy (you know- funerals or when you’re trying to get out of stuff), but quite likely to show up uninvited at inopportune moments (such as meetings or in the middle of a tryst). 744 more words
while on a three hour drive to the high desert of central oregon i pass through the majestic cascade mountains still capped in winter’s fortress. aside from drivers tailgating itching to go faster than the 60mph of energy my small scion engine generates along the two-lane highway through the mountain pass, the trip went without a hitch, my mind wondered across spacious landscape skyscrapers of granite decorating the horizon. 115 more words
The very first step towards understanding ANYTHING is knowing that a THING is a THING.
Whether it’s the colors of the rainbow, or knowing if your leaders are corrupt, you first have to have a way to think about those things: colors, corruption, whatever. 326 more words