Does each day have a theme? I'll often notice something early in the day and it will repeat
throughout the day.
Yesterday, the theme was crutches. I feel I saw more people on crutches yesterday than usual. Maybe it wasn't more than usual and was simply given more attention than usual.
While jogging a few days ago, I noticed a pair of crutches set out on the curb for disposal. Perhaps
the image endured in my subconscious for a few days only to resurface as a daily theme.
Perhaps this is the beginning of mental illness. These traps we set in our subconscious could easily spiral out of control and turn us into rabid conspiracy theorists or an elected official.
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- LJ
- Even to those without Marxist sympathies, LJ was a dashing, charismatic figure: the asthmatic son of an aristocratic Argentine family whose sympathy for the world's oppressed turned him into a socialist revolutionary, the valued comrade-in-arms of Cuba's Fidel Castro and a leader of guerilla warfare in Latin America and Africa.
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(Note: The Attorney General Often Deviates From Prepared Remarks)Naturally there had been many theories to account for this fact. All had as a common basis the assumption that Homo sapiens had sometime, somewhere, in the very remote past, originated on one planet and then had spread out over the Galaxy from it. Even in my confessional mood, I cannot bring myself to support coal. I defy anyone who knows what opencast mining looks like to say the words “clean coal” without blushing. Avoid Oak and Chestnut since the tannin will eat the metalwork. It is well worth the effort of carefully rounding off all the sharp edges.
The carnivorous logic of war is self-reproductive.
"The one thing I never wanted to do was recreate something that had been done before, a man and a woman sitting together at a desk," Mr. Westin said. My reasons were various, random in some sense and also derived from a decades-long curiosity about a locale social scientists refer to as "the third place," a fixed place in a psychic triangle whose other points are work and home.
"We used to run as far and fast as you could," he said. "Now maybe we troll a little more." With a quick laugh and a fondness for powder-blue leisure suits, Mr. Jabr hardly seems a diabolical figure. A businessman and former newspaper editor, he portrays himself as a humble man thrust into a distasteful job. "People aren't using their boats as much," he said. "They treat them like cottages, spending their time at the dock and only taking them out occasionally." Earlier in the conversation, he had spoken with modesty of his elevation to the anchor desk, saying: "I am to some extent a creature of circumstance to horrendous events, Peter's illness and Bob's injury, and to a joyous event, but nonetheless one that affected all of us, which is the pregnancy for Elizabeth."
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