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PedalUma
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I have faith that there will be a reckoning when karma happens. I don't need to lift a finger or be within miles when it happens. It will just happen. She is so toxic that I do not want to be within miles. When she gets VD in her brain, or struck by lightning it is not on me. No chainsaw to hide. And I don't want to hear about it after it happens. In this way the tree has already fallen, unheard. The universe seeks balance and justice all on its own without any intervention.
Gionnirocket
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Reminds me of....
If a man says something, and a woman isn't around to hear is... Is it still wrong?
DaveMatthews
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Jeremy McCreary
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Cleared out some closets today.
The headline was, "Local couple killed in tragic tandem bicycle crash."
Some saddles feel like sit bones on concrete.
DaveMatthews
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At first I thought it may be the bobsled team from 1882...
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PedalUma
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I have developed a distorted view of 'normal' when it comes to body types. I have an office and workshop in a building with 34 businesses. Across the hall are a tailor and eating disorders counselor. Neither attracts customers with off-the-rack body shapes. Down the hall is a soccer league HQ. And then there is the body builder's fitness center. And about eight psychologists including for kids with developmental/social issues and a hands-on psychic healer for the very ill. The other psychic one who channels waves from the big bang using an undescribed lens device went away.
Did you hear the headline about the little person escaped psychic? Small Medium At Large. Maybe @Jeremy McCreary needs to try a little wider Bontrager Blvd. saddle with a free 30-day return trial period. Maybe in conjunction with an adjustable stem riser and backswept moustache bar.
Did you hear the headline about the little person escaped psychic? Small Medium At Large. Maybe @Jeremy McCreary needs to try a little wider Bontrager Blvd. saddle with a free 30-day return trial period. Maybe in conjunction with an adjustable stem riser and backswept moustache bar.
DaveMatthews
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DaveMatthews
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Some people thought Edgar Cayce was a medium. Fact is he was an extra large...
PedalUma
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That reminds me of William James. The Varieties of Religious Experience, He later became a ghost hunter with Cohen Doyle. The singularity at the big bang ties all things together. It is still all connected. Energy, life, does not go away, it is transformed. The gas light time also created NOX hallucinations due to carbon monoxide poisoning. Spirituality gained a boost as a result at that time. In one of his books he discusses otherwise inexplicable real happenings while exposing false mediums.
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PedalUma
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I like Taleb. The turkey gets a safe place to stay and free food everyday. Statistical analysis of the trend shows it will continue.
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From Forbes:
There was once a turkey who was hatched on a cold winter’s morning. Luckily, he lived with his family in a warm coop, where he had plenty of corn to eat, and spent his time playing with all the other little turkeys.
In springtime, as he got older, he and his friends would go out and play together in the farmyard. They always had plenty to eat and shelter from the elements. On occasion nice people would come and clean the coop, refill the corn bins, and make sure the fences were secure to keep away the bad cats and foxes.
“Gosh we’re lucky,” our turkey would say say to his friends on occasion. “What wonderful lives we have. We are fed and taken care of, and all we have to worry about is having fun.”
As the summer days got shorter and the evenings got colder, the turkeys continued to live the good life. The farmer turned on the heat in the coop, so the turkeys always had somewhere warm to go back to after playing in the yard. And since it was much colder now, they rarely went outside, and slowly they got fatter and fatter.
Our turkey continued to remark to his fellow fowl, “How lucky we are,” and they all agreed that they would rest up during the cold months so they could play hard again in the spring.
And then came Thanksgiving.
The award-winning essayist and statistician Nassim Nicholas Taleb tells this story about the turkey in his book The Black Swan to remind us how difficult it is to predict the future based on past events. From economic forecasting to even our daily lives, we simply cannot know what’s coming, and what's coming may be completely unlike anything in our past. "Consider that [the turkey's] feeling of safety reached its maximum when the risk was at the highest!" Taleb writes.
What can we learn from this parable as leaders? As business executives? As friends and parents? How should we respond? What can we do differently? Reflect on our unfortunate turkey, because there are many lessons that can be taken away—I’d love to hear yours. But I’m going to leave you for now: I have a turkey dinner waiting for me.
Happy Thanksgiving!
www.sonomamag.com
From Forbes:
There was once a turkey who was hatched on a cold winter’s morning. Luckily, he lived with his family in a warm coop, where he had plenty of corn to eat, and spent his time playing with all the other little turkeys.
In springtime, as he got older, he and his friends would go out and play together in the farmyard. They always had plenty to eat and shelter from the elements. On occasion nice people would come and clean the coop, refill the corn bins, and make sure the fences were secure to keep away the bad cats and foxes.
“Gosh we’re lucky,” our turkey would say say to his friends on occasion. “What wonderful lives we have. We are fed and taken care of, and all we have to worry about is having fun.”
As the summer days got shorter and the evenings got colder, the turkeys continued to live the good life. The farmer turned on the heat in the coop, so the turkeys always had somewhere warm to go back to after playing in the yard. And since it was much colder now, they rarely went outside, and slowly they got fatter and fatter.
Our turkey continued to remark to his fellow fowl, “How lucky we are,” and they all agreed that they would rest up during the cold months so they could play hard again in the spring.
And then came Thanksgiving.
The award-winning essayist and statistician Nassim Nicholas Taleb tells this story about the turkey in his book The Black Swan to remind us how difficult it is to predict the future based on past events. From economic forecasting to even our daily lives, we simply cannot know what’s coming, and what's coming may be completely unlike anything in our past. "Consider that [the turkey's] feeling of safety reached its maximum when the risk was at the highest!" Taleb writes.
What can we learn from this parable as leaders? As business executives? As friends and parents? How should we respond? What can we do differently? Reflect on our unfortunate turkey, because there are many lessons that can be taken away—I’d love to hear yours. But I’m going to leave you for now: I have a turkey dinner waiting for me.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Sebastopol’s Rare Turkeys Fit For a Feast
Whatever the breed, the real flavor difference comes in how the bird lived its life.
www.sonomamag.com
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ChezCheese:)
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A guy just threw milk at me. How dairy!!
ChezCheese:)
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What do you call a fake noodle?
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An impasta!
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An impasta!
ChezCheese:)
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What kind of car does a cat drive?
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A Purrari!
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A Purrari!
