The sound lost it's charm. I'd like to say it lost it's charm because of Judith Miller, but we never had The New York Times delivered. Read locally and stay in bed as long as possible.
3 am by the fire – fri, 03/06/2009
The fire is roaring. It’s turned up all the way. The dogs are sleeping.
If you like, you can imagine that I’m smoking a pipe. That’s what I’m doing. Imagining. And reading. I don’t have any favorite books but I have several favorite paragraphs. Like this one here. I’ll read it to you. Not the whole thing. Just some of the best words and sentences. I may be paraphrasing. I don’t have the book in front of me. Now relax.
A carpenter is installing a cabinet next to a wall that is 3/4″ out of plumb. If he follows the lay of the land, then his work will be whack. If he makes it perfectly plumb and level then he gives into his ego. The sin of … something or other.
Split the difference. Install the cabinet 3/8″ out of plumb. The difference is less noticeable and the universe continues to be ever so slightly off balance.
When at the market, and the aisles are full of other shoppers, we tend to turn our body slightly sideways unconsciously, to make room for each other. Exceptions: If the aisle is to narrow and not in compliance with the ADA then one or the other must yield right of way. Or if it is the 19th century then the gentlemen must yield to the Lady. I’m not sure about this, it may have been optional, but I think he would also remove his hat.