There was a chance – just a CHANCE – that the thing currently disturbing my bobber was some sort of prehistoric mud-dweller, one who had lain at the bottom on Old Man So-and-So’s pond since the dark ages, and was just now summoned from the murky depths to investigate the curiosity that was my small nightcrawler, still struggling upon my tiny hook.
As someone with a history with Filipino people, it’s interesting that they are so prevalent here, some 5000 miles from their homeland.
If my two travel mates and I were to lay down head to foot on the belt and rode it around, there would not be a moment when you wouldn’t see a man lying on a rotating belt.
The purpose of this trip is to listen to God and observe nature and build cabins and fish in ice cold streams of water. Four things that I'm not particularly good at.
Perhaps it’s the scientist in me, or maybe it’s the fact that I work with people who speak English as a second language, but this phrase is annoying and demonstrates how lazy we have become with communication.
Recently, I used Google to search for “alternatives to Google”. What a weird thing. It’s a bit like going into Walmart, walking up to an associate and saying, “Can you tell me where the nearestTarget is? And can you give me a ride there? This place gives me the creeps.”
Captchas, those annoying “prove you’re not a robot” tests that many websites require to show you belong there, are something that have no analogue in the pre-digital age, or at least none that I can think of. I don’t ever recall trying to enter, say, my gym back in the 90’s and having someone (likely … Continue reading “I’m thinking you don’t belong here”
In the brochures, kayaking with your family looks like an absolute blast. People are laughing and loving life, exploring nature via some of the world's most beautiful waterways. In reality, it's just an hour of me frantically moving my arms while the 8-year-old sitting behind me occasionally says "I'll help" approximately 5 seconds before we … Continue reading Truth in Advertising
“I don’t know how you drink that stuff,” his companion replied, his own cup releasing the gentle steam of his drink of choice, a recently-topped off black coffee. “Smells like a funeral home, even from here.”
“ . . . that musty, small-town video shop set up in the dining room of an old house where someone was likely murdered.”
Imagine, if you will, if we substituted other representative phrases . . . it could get ugly.
Wherein the author struggles with purpose and writing. Rabbit holes are approached, but (hopefully) avoided.
It’s going to be quite epic!
Something always goes wrong.
My tech evidently knows better.
