The stronger the boundaries you draw, the more they resemble the hermit’s cave.
An artist doesn’t need a large audience to feel like a rock star. Just enough to fill the mosh pit will do.
The great-grandfathers at first liked the lengthening days, but by June it was getting ridiculous. It took much chanting, dancing, and self-mutilation to get the sun to turn back.
Is the chef’s quest for perfection ever set on its ear,
When the fish he serves up gives his guest a cold sneer?
If the cost of a thing is calculated in the hours it takes to buy it, then for the retiree, everything is free.
The cop brings the louse in. The detective gets the confession, the prosecutor, the conviction, and the judge orders him fried. But what’s the use when God’s going to pardon him in the end.
I envy the psalmist who praised God with singing and dancing and playing on the lyre. But the psalmist didn’t have to ride the subway to work.
If democracy in America collapses, one of the inconveniences will be having to rename all the Washington Streets in the country with the name of the most prominent usurper.
God sent Jesus, his ace to make sense of the random game of life. We get to choose if aces are high or low.
The more jobs he has to shirk, the deeper into his comfort zone the procrastinator sinks.
Will wonders ever cease? You've produced yet another fine collection of witticisms the world (Well, at least the southeastern part of the county) will ever see! (And this is every week!) This is the one thing you don't procrastinate over for sure, especially having switched from jotting them all down manually to dictation. Too bad about your carpal tunnel affliction.
ReplyDeleteWhat is a "mosh pit"?
ReplyDeleteThe " cop . . . judge" squib is a real keeper. All (b)hail our justice system, corrected in the end.
". . . ride the subway to work" . . . the street names of the usurper? Remember Thumper the Rabbit in Disney's Bambi." Street names could be "Trumper the Nabbit." Save us, Oh Lord! Save us and our democracy!