GMail Hack Needed
Anybody know how to keep GMail from disclosing the outcome of the sporting event I recorded at home this morning?
Well, at least it wasn’t the most important stage in the three-week bike race.
Lloyd George Magee, aka Superman
Born 2/22/17, lived everyday of his life to the fullest until July 9th when his body could no longer support the weight of his amazing spirit. His wife of 61 years, his 4 children, his sister, nieces, son-in-laws, grandchildren, great grandson, his two adoring caregivers, and all who love him will forever cherish all the wonderful years of his wise counsel, unrivaled witticisms, and resolute love of life. His life was filled with much good fortune, countless good times, and a dry martini at 5:00 - he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Upon his death, he wanted family and friends to celebrate his long life, not grieve his death. So to honor this incomparable man, family and friends will raise a glass, recall all the good times shared with him, and smile - he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
—Obituary in the Dallas Morning News, July 11, 2008
Nearly a month later and I’m still thinking about this obituary. I almost never read them but this photograph leapt off the page.
kfan:
I had this in my head tonight. What’s the word on having your own song stuck in your head.
Autoearworm?
A little clunky but it sounds gross enough to be appropriate.
This post was reblogged from In Case Of Actual Death.
Anybody know how to keep GMail from disclosing the outcome of the sporting event I recorded at home this morning?
Well, at least it wasn’t the most important stage in the three-week bike race.
“When I was twenty, I was a totally different kind of asshole.”
— Ben Karlin, field testing The Fountainhead for Coudal Partners’ Field Tested Books
My only complaint about this is that it’s the opening line for a short essay rather than for a novel.
Leotard’s gonna help you save face
When you just don’t wanna wanna wanna go to second base
—TacocaT, “Leotard,” Shame Spiral (2008)
Started the weekend fixated on Sam Cooke’s “A Change Is Gonna Come” and am ending it with this song stuck in my head. Just goes to show the power that music with a message can have.
I’ve looked in the Apple troubleshooting section and haven’t had any luck so I thought I’d see if anyone knew how to fix this problem:
This morning we were out for a brisk walk and it seems that someone accidently set my dog on shuffle.
“Tens of thousands of years of inexorable evolutionary history made manifest by predators and tidal cycles and the North American sun will not be so easily cast aside in a matter of days, no matter what some Harvard-mouthed yachstman may have read in last month’s ‘Esquire’.”
— Brian Minter on strategies for combatting jet lag, Bears Will Attack: The Travel Diaries
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