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So I would hear out those lungs, The air split into nine levels, Some gift of tongues of the whistler In the invalid’s bed: my mother, Warbling all day to herself The thousand variations of one song; It is called Buckdancer’s Choice. For years, they have all been dying Out, the classic buck-and-wing men Of … Continue reading Buckdancer's Choice
Gotta have some levity here in the morning to get me through this week… Jews on Mars In a stunning development, we have learned that there is life on Mars — but not the kind that had been anticipated. The first indication, based on the current U.S. space mission, came when the small roving vehicle … Continue reading Jews on Mars
And here I thought I was being unusual in my many visits to Israel… It would seem that the general dental health of Ireland sucks, and there are few decent dentists in the country. So, with capitalism being what it is…. (I feel much braver in my latest foray to the dentist now. Thanks, Eamonn!) … Continue reading Travels I'm not likely to take
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land. G. K. Chesterton
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