Talking points become shouting points and it’s a good thing this argument is online, or they’d be punching points …
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Talking points become shouting points and it’s a good thing this argument is online, or they’d be punching points …
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There is no pharmacological laxative as effective as the impending start of a mountain bike race.
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Pacing from window to window, talking to myself. Looking out the front and the back and this side and that side as though the conditions might be better over here or over there.
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I don’t even see a church, a cemetery or a tavern, so I can only conclude that the place is free from sin and death. That, by definition, would make it heaven.
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Defending the rich. Someone has to. (They should pay me for this.)
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It’s not just that I love riding my bikes - I love to be challenged. How about you? I’d love to hear how you challenge yourself.
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more white people looking at the wall.
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‘the hell happened here?
Ask it as a question or just state the obvious.
The hell happened here.
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As much as I hated doing so, I ran the stop sign. I only had nine blocks to go and I was racing a thunderstorm. I hoped nobody was watching.
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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow . . . one step and one day at a time, with courage and perseverance, we work our way through the month of March.
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as I watch, the ball gradually fades to the left and squeezes itself between the pins in an apologetic way as if it is saying, “pardon me, sorry to bother you”.
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I feel extra-masculine manhandling barbed wire, driving my Dodge through waist-high weeds and stepping in cow shit. Those are the kinds of things us city boys only get to do in our imaginations as we’re watching truck ads on TV. I hope MSL notices how broad my shoulders are.
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The minivan was making an odd thumping noise. I was glad it wasn’t mine and felt sorry for whoever owned it. A tow truck was going to be expensive this far from town.
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MSL unexpectedly came into the room while I was watching one of “those” videos that just show up in my feed sometimes and I couldn’t get my browser closed fast enough.
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I’ve been working on a project for five years. It’s not my life’s work, but it might take a lifetime to finish. (and no, I'm not talking about my laundry)
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first things first - this is Thanksgiving. While we celebrate the holiday with feasting and family, the point isn’t the food or the football. The purpose of the holiday is to pause our regular busyness and acknowledge the blessings and the goodness around us, so let’s be thankful.
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Chester is a well-put-together dude - sharp and tight, dressed black and white, he’s sophisticated, overconfident, athletic, extroverted, smart - a classic Alpha.
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Eviscerated by 34 people before me, the carcass is now mine with instructions to return it to the earth it came from, and broken bodies are dominating my awareness right now.
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in those first seconds after impact, don’t move. Take a ten-count to re-collect your awareness, then go through a quick self-assessment starting with the head: does it hurt? Vision OK? Still got teeth? Didn’t bite through your tongue again, did you?
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The pleasant woman and I introduce ourselves and shake hands. I am friendly, but can’t quite say, “Nice to meet you.” “Fascinated to meet you,” would be more accurate, but I don’t say that either because the situation is already weird enough.
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