All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.Blaise Pascal
The only white person Arthur Ashe owned was Jimmy Conners at Wimbledon in 1975.
This is just absurd, folks. Stop being dumb.
Skipped yesterday. Some days I don’t know what to say.
At some point this weekend, take 20 minutes and put this on, even if just in the background, and be moved.
Beautiful weather meant getting out this weekend for some fresh air. Everyone else had the same idea in some areas. Let’s try and keep social distancing in place, folks.
And at 8:30am the power went out.
Via the Internet.
Power came back around 1:30. Been playing catch-up ever since.
FYI, the Zoom iOS app may say you’re on mute but the mute is a lie and everyone heard me explain to my 5 year old how daddy was on an important call and if he died he’d just have to figure it out next time.
I had to clarify that he’s playing a video game.
Also yelled, “Get out of the rain and somewhere dry, dude,” to a soaked squirrel standing in the driveway so self-isolation is going great.
The dogwoods are in bloom. So that’s something.
A Forgotten Southern Sandwich – Garden & Gun
Through the hardships of the Great Depression and the lean years that followed, peanut butter and mayonnaise kept many struggling households afloat. They were also the ingredients in a sandwich that was once as popular as peanut butter and jelly in parts of the South.
I remember being introduced to peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches by my grandfather. At home, sometimes the mayo would be Miracle Whip, giving the sandwich a bit of a sweetness. I haven’t introduced the delicacy to my boys yet, but it’s about time.
Why No One Answers Their Phone Anymore – The Atlantic
Not picking up the phone would be like someone knocking at your door and you standing behind it not answering. It was, at the very least, rude, and quite possibly sneaky or creepy or something. Besides, as the phone rang, there were always so many questions, so many things to sort out. Who was it? What did they want? Was it for … me?
Technology is much to blame. As the author points out, there are just so many easier ways to reach someone today – text, email, Facebook, Twitter. Honestly, a lot of that has eroded many old customs from phone calls to chance catchups with old friends to high school reunions – my 20th was supposed to happen last year, it passed with barely a shrug while all my old classmates liked the latest photo of my newborn son on Facebook.
Spam calls are of course a problem too. But more because the infrequent ringing of my phone has picked up thanks to any number of recorded voices over spoofed numbers trying to sell me extended warranties, timeshares, new lines of credit, and who knows what else.
Ultimately, we already hold conversations every day at our own pace and time instead of having to commit a half hour block to actually talking. Phone calls are tedious by comparison, you actually have to focus on the person on the other end of the line, heaven forbid!