Tuesday Trash Day Fever Dreams
I’ve been ill. Nothing serious. I’m out of practice. I gather that the whole world is ill pretty much continuously. They wander around sneezing on each other at every opportunity. My former, isolated, solitary life precluded being sneezed on whether people wanted to do it or not.
So I parked my sorry flanks on the couch and sneezed and coughed and had minor visions for a few days. I watched old movies with the sound off. Most movies are improved somewhat by turning the sound off. It is a visual medium, after all, unless you’re into those televised stage plays masquerading as movies. In regular movies, you can imagine much more witty things for people to say than what actually got said before the director yelled cut because he’d run out of film and fortieth take wasn’t any better than the second. In more recent movies, actors just mumble and whisper, trying to sound serious, so you don’t have much of an idea what’s being said anyway. So no great loss. Why not turn the sound off? The multitudes of people who die funny still die funny, whether AHHnold makes a decidedly un-pithy pithy remark over their corpse or not.
So Tuesday Trash Day has kind of sneaked up on me. There’s no reason to let standards slip, though. Let’s clear out a little congestion in the lungs of our browsers, shall we?
Why Are We So Mediocre at What We Do?
When I shelved my phone and laptop, I was convinced I’d unleash my supposedly caged potential. But there was nothing there. Just silence. The endless scrolling hadn’t been suppressing some hidden genius; it had been filling a void I couldn’t face. It was easier to blame inanimate objects than admit the painful truth: I thoroughly sucked at everything I tried—which explained my constant escape to the screen.
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
The secret Poker Game You Can Play on the Subway!
Subway Poker is a two-player game that transforms your everyday subway ride into a dynamic poker experience. The game utilizes the seating arrangement of passengers to create poker hands, adding a layer of excitement and unpredictability to your journey.
I’m not sure about how putting a chokehold on a joker in the pack fits in with the rules.
Iberian miracle amazes Europe: Spain and Portugal become engine of eurozone economy
Much has been said about the reasons for this remarkable growth in Spain and Portugal. Both economies are service-orientated, and therefore less exposed to the current weakness of manufacturing in the rest of the eurozone. Both have large tourism sectors and have been important beneficiaries of the post-pandemic recovery in international travel, while net migration flows have increased, fuelling strong demographic growth.
Neither seems to have built a natural gas pipeline to their main supplier and then sat on their hands and whistled after one of their friends blew it up. That might have had something to do with it.
Removing Federal Judges Without Impeachment
But what about the cherished independence of federal judges? Too much emphasis has been laid on the independence of judges and not enough on the Constitution’s provisions that promote judicial accountability, which include the grant of life tenure subject to termination for misbehavior. Judges do enjoy a certain type of independence—they cannot be punished for the judgments they issue. But the Constitution makes clear that federal judges do not have an absolute or a boundless independence. If an Inspector General would further judicial accountability, that fact counts in favor of the Inspector General proposal.
Hmm. Do Hawaiian judges read the Yale Law Review? Maybe they should.
Japan Perfected 7-Eleven. Why Can’t the US Get It Right?
The shop is well lit; the floor, pristine. The welcoming aroma of freshly fried chicken and steamed pork buns wafts through the air. Customers pop in to snag on-the-go comfort foods such as savory onigiri and creamy egg salad on squishy white bread. It’s a scene that plays out hundreds of times a day at more than 21,000 7-Eleven locations across Japan, where the convenience stores inspire almost cultlike loyalty.
Yes, it’s a dark and bloody mystery why the same stores in Japan, filled with Japanese shoppers and Japanese clerks, are nicer than the American stores. A riddle wrapped in an enigma buried in a sweatsock.
[Many thanks go out to Gerry for his generous praise and hit on our Ko-Fi tip jar. It’s is much appreciated. Although, he might have been damning me with faint praise. He thanked me for my “brilliant writing.” He didn’t offer an opinion on the other 98% of my output.]
[Update: Additional thanks goes out to Ralph for his generous contribution to our tip jar. It’s greatly appreciated.]



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