sourquincelog [he/him]
At around 13, with no experience outside knowing how to ride a bike, attempted a 6 foot BMX bike jump, the kind with a near-verticle lip. After two bailed attempts, I committed to MORE SPEED on the third try. I went straight up, couldn’t position the bike forward, and fell directly backward onto my unhelmeted head and back onto packed dirt and gravel. Always kind of felt dumber, slower after that day
A few “yellow jacket” wasps hang out along the deck railing while I smoke weed. The yellow jackets I grew up around were aggressive and pushy, but these ones just hang out, mind their own business, look intimidating, and go away. They’re basically street punks of the insect world
America’s rabid dog continues biting its neighbors. “He’s just misunderstood”
THERE were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves
Stuff for adults to argue over that the students will never notice cuz they’re looking at their phones
