Orbiting a string toy around Augie the Cat's head while intoning "the power of Christ commands you" just doesn't get the job done, it turns out.
Narad Trabant
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No longer on Tw*tter. IANAL and have no biomedical training beyond secondary school. I do try to travel in good company, though. All sales as-is.
I don't know that I have the energy to rebuild Cat Magic School from scratch. There's only so much of this that one can be expected to take.
Oh, brother, Instacart has deployed a nutrition score. Sesame sticks are rated as better than pozole.
Today's procedure for getting Augie the Cat to just simmer down, already: Let him lick your knuckles ad libitum.
Why outsiders should not tell Indigenous communities that language loss is “natural” or okay. https://endangeredlanguages.com/story/response-sometimes-its-ok-let-language-die In response to the book we discussed here:
Linguicide and the Fight to Save Endangered Languages
In How to Kill a Language: Power, Resistance, and the Race to Save Our Words (Bookshop|Amazon), British journalist Sophia Smith-Galer writes about linguicide, the erasure or suppression of a language.
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If you can do it, just do it. I don't care if it's merely a game of Yahtzee. youtu.be/87MH2ci75FI
'Kodachrome' (Paul Simon)|Middle Aged Dad Jam Band
YouTube video by Middle Aged Dad Jam Band
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Always the same shit with the landlady: "Coming up" means 2+ hours once she's done staring at tripe on her phone, and Augie the Cat just has to wait it out. People don't generally eat breakfast in the middle of the afternoon, and neither do cats, but there has to be this pathetic farce.
The "this might be niche" Bookface ad campaign is already causing me apoplexy if I forget to mute the phone.
Why do you even have a phone line for medical records if the only thing empowered to issue them is fucking MyChart, Northwestern?
She quit this year, my former PCP. Not even a Hallmark card as notification, but I am now comfortable putting this here. I sorely doubt that she had any other patient who knew anything about Sathya Sai Baba in the first place. Or resorted to Clavamox on occasion. Dammit. youtu.be/sV8eWUYWHXU
Medical Conference 2017: I Have No Complaints, Dr. Geetha Govindarajan, MD, PhD, MPH
YouTube video by Sri Sathya Sai International Organization
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There is something profoundly unsatisfying about spending hours on the phone listening to your imaginary ex recite G--gle "AI" results about gene flipping because of stressors due to relatively minor annoyances.
I really wish the landlady would refrain from the practice of sending texts and wasting my time replying when she's not going to wait anyway and just barge around.
I am not listening to the Rite of Spring for an hour just to extract a paper copy of the diagnostic records.
Augie, you don't need to fully circle me twice as crafty reconnaissance for the lone purpose of eventually sticking your nose in my right ear.
Screw off, you don't actually own Irv Kupcinet's broadcasts.
Hell, I had to sit on the floor in an outer aisle at the Music Box Theatre. The joint was packed. Bees can't see red as it is commonly understood.
Ever wonder why Ṣakyamuni has an urna? For the invention of bulleted lists.
Augie the Cat's tendencies toward frequent, sometimes screwball, repositioning reminded me of a talk by Stephen Jay Gould that I once attended. This is not that talk, but I'm putting it here anyway. reflectionsonpaperspast.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/r...
Revisiting Eldredge and Gould 1972
In a landmark chapter published in 1972 in a book called Models in Paleobiology, Niles Eldredge and Stephen Jay Gould proposed, based on their observations of the fossil record, that evolution proc…
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For more portable solutions, we have these Dutch prototypes, although there's no evidence these were deployed that I could locate. You can also go the OTHER direction: giant fixed installations with more sound-gathering power...
