Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Ev
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died...
He could have written it yesterday. Goodbye, Mr. Cohen. Thank you for everything. ...more
Toutes les fois qu’avec le livre de Philidor ou celui de Stamma j’ai voulu m’exercer à étudier des parties, la même chose m’est arrivée; et après m’être épuisé de fatigue, je me suis trouvé plus faible qu’auparavant. Du reste, que j’aie abandonné les échecs, ou qu’en en jouant je me sois remis en haleine, je n’ai jamais avancé d’un cran depuis cette première séance, et je me suis toujours retrouvé au même point où j’étais en la finissant.
Every time I tried to study the game using the books of Philidor or Stamma, the same thing happened; after tiring myself out, I found I played even worse than I had previously. And in general, whether I stopped playing or tried hard, I never got further than I had during that first session, and always found myself at the point I had reached on finishing it.
I hope you don't mind me writing to you like this, but I consider you my friends. I've stayed over at your house more times than I cDear Red and Blue,
I hope you don't mind me writing to you like this, but I consider you my friends. I've stayed over at your house more times than I can count, and I really like both of you. And it would be silly to pretend I don't know you've been having problems. Heck, I can't open a newspaper without reading some new piece about that.
So look, of course you've been trying to patch things up, but there comes a point when you have to admit that the relationship isn't working any more. And I think if you're honest you'll agree you've reached that point. You've grown apart, that's all there is to it, and Red's new friendship with Donald has brought things to the point of no return.
Now I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I've heard what you both have to say about him. I can see Red really likes Donald, and I'm sure he has many good qualities. But I can also see that Blue would rather throw herself under a truck than let him move in with you. Red, you have to respect that, and you have to understand that if he's moving in, she's moving out. You can't have it both ways.
Like I said, you've grown apart. There was that time, quite a while ago now, when your parents were in big trouble. You went in together and helped them sort things out, and you did really good. You can be proud of that. But now, it's only Blue who ever takes the trouble to visit them. She'll be off to see Grandma France or Grandpa England and Red always says he's too busy to come. And she's sad about that.
I know you're thinking about the kids. It seems like only yesterday little Ford and Apple were still in diapers and you had to spend all your time taking care of them. But look at them now. They're grown up. They've pretty much left home and set up on their own. It's no use getting bitter and calling them multinationals. That's not going to help. It's what kids do these days. The good thing is it lets you do what you really want.
So Red and Blue, take a deep breath and call Dr Chinn. Ask for an appointment, the sooner the better, and let him help you find an arrangement that's fair to both of you. It's going to be hard. But let's face it, staying together isn't an option any more. In ten years, you're going to look back and think this is the best decision you ever made.
Please don't get mad. You know I'm only saying this to help you.
Now that America's secret police have come out in favor of Donald Trump, I can't help thinking it's time to stop and consider what a Trump presidencyNow that America's secret police have come out in favor of Donald Trump, I can't help thinking it's time to stop and consider what a Trump presidency would look like. Trump takes pride in getting even with anyone he believes has slighted him. He's said openly that he's going to change the law so he can stop the press writing things he doesn't like. He tells us he's going to make the women who revealed that he's sexually assaulted them regret they'd ever said it.
Of course, it's possible that that FBI will reconsider and not create a Stalinist police state after all. Even though Trump has said more than once that he admires Vladimir Putin, we don't know for a fact that any journalist who dares criticize Comrade Donald will be picked up, tortured to death and dumped a few days later by the side of the road. But on the other hand, it's certainly possible that that will happen. With unsubstantiated innuendo being the new black, how can I not write this post? Dozens of people have said they'll unfriend me unless I take action now.
No, I'm sure you understand. I'm in an impossible position, damned if I do and damned if I don't. Really, I had no choice. ...more
Yesterday afternoon, we were shopping at the local supermarket. It was a place where the checkout girls usA remarkable coincidence that just occurred.
Yesterday afternoon, we were shopping at the local supermarket. It was a place where the checkout girls use name tags; the one serving us was called Miranda. I couldn't stop myself from asking her whether her parents were Shakespeare fans, or if they just liked the name.
"What?" she said. "Is there someone called Miranda in Shakespeare?"
"She's in The Tempest," I replied.
"Oh," she said. "We didn't read that one at school."
This morning, I received a review copy of the new Princeton University Press book Welcome to the Universe, by Neil deGrasse Tyson, Michael Strauss and J. Richard Gott. Opening it at random to page 139, the first paragraph my eye alighted on was the following:
Astronomers broke with tradition and named all the moons of Uranus for fictional characters from English literature. One of them, Miranda, I chose for the name of my own daughter, except that at the time I knew of the name only from the moons of Uranus. When I told my wife "I like this name 'Miranda'," she said, "Oh, you mean the heroine in Shakespeare's The Tempest." I said, "Ah, yeahh... that's what I was thinking too."
As far as I can recall, I have only once previously met someone called Miranda, and I'm pretty sure I never mentioned her Shakespearian namesake when talking with her. ___________________
Another remarkable coincidence that happened a couple of days ago. We were going to attend a Christmas concert; when we were nearly at our destination, I happened to look up at the sky and drew Not's attention to a cloud which looked remarkably like an exclamation mark. About a minute later, we reached the church where the concert was being held. They still hadn't opened the doors, so we sat down on a bench and I opened my copy of Homo Faber. In the very next paragraph, two people were walking together and one of them pointed out an object which looked like an exclamation mark.
I may have compared things to exclamation marks before, but I can't remember having done so. ___________________
And another one (is having so many coincidences in such a short time a meta-coincidence?) We were walking down Halifax Street, and noticed a sign saying "Anthroposophical Book Center". Wondering what it might be, I guessed it could have something to do with Madame Blavatsky, though I thought she was theosophical rather than anthroposophical.
Not claimed that she'd never even heard of Madame Blavatsky. But the next day, her name turned up in a novel she was reading. ...more
Our Russian friend K, like me a hardcore Karlsson fan, came round for dinner tonight. As it inevitably does these days, the conversation turned to theOur Russian friend K, like me a hardcore Karlsson fan, came round for dinner tonight. As it inevitably does these days, the conversation turned to the dismal subject of Lyin' Crooked Donald Trump. It appeared that we were going to rehearse the same tired old arguments yet again, but K suddenly had a blinding flash of insight: TRUMP IS KARLSSON!!!
Of course... as soon as you see it, nothing could be more obvious! The incessant boasting! The naked greed and manipulativeness! The shameless, almost psychotic lying! All delivered with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that makes everyone (well, almost everyone) happy to forgive him his many flagrant transgressions! Damn it all, he even LOOKS like Karlsson!
Anyway, now we know how to stop him. Some brave person just has to get close enough to poke his comfortably rounded paunch in the right place. Then, ZAP! we'll see the propeller come out of his back, and he'll fly back into the story to meet Lillebror, who must be missing him horribly.
I wonder if Hillary's figured it out as well? She looked almost too confident in last night's debate......more