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I've always said that I'll get a tattoo when I hear, or see, or think of something that I am compelled to have etched into my skin forever. I don't know if this quite does it, but I think it's the closest thing so far.
Correction: he saw his dog doing it, and tried to see if he could do the same thing.
By his own account, he could not. But it's the willingness to try that speaks to his sense of curiosity.
Foraging for hickory nuts in the woods near Lusitania Field, outside of Boston, I found a sword in the brush.
Naturally, I appointed myself the Hickory Knight.
A while later, in those same woods, I came upon the largest hickory I had seen in the area—maybe fifty feet tall.
As a mosquito, you are born in stagnant water on the ground: often a sign that nearby plants which would otherwise take up this water have been over-grazed. You are the plant's vengeful ghost, born to eat from those who ate the plant.
Assuming something along the lines of the karma-based reincarnation model of Buddhism, Hinduism, and Jainism is roughly correct...
How do you go from being a mosquito to being a human? Or what steps in between would be the most probable path from one to the other?
Your annual reminder that William Bosworth Castle won a Nobel prize for experiments wherein he would eat half a pound of raw beef, vomit it back up, and then *feed it to patients* suffering from "pernicious anemia".
Casual reminder that the state of Utah will allow pretty much anyone (incl. Non-US citizens) to get married there over Zoom, provided the officiant is physically located in Utah.