Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
You are correct: cheese is legal in Holland. In fact, my wife and I enjoyed some when we honeymooned there in '76. Uh-oh, I just remembered she bought one of those Delft Blue cheese slicers, because it was so pretty and all. I'm sure it was buried in the middle of some big box of "Kitchen" stuff when we moved back to the States, but should it have been registered or something? I mean, you can cut stuff with it. Aww, man...
Hey, these comments don't get scraped by any gov-bots, do they? I'd hate to have the authorities banging on my door in the dead of night and demanding that slicer.
This took me back to the 60's. We lived in the thumb of Michigan (it's shaped like a hand) and my grandparents lived in Rochester, NY. Every summer we'd travel across lower Ontario through Niagara Falls to visit them. Mom had bought some Limburger cheese in Canada and not wanting to pay a duty, placed the package in the glove box.
When we arrived at her parent's home, everyone had forgotten about the cheese ... until several days later when it was 'well-cooked' by the heat. That odor was still there when we returned home two weeks later.
"National Geographics" were also a staple at offices I used to frequent, but also those "Highlights" magazines. I always enjoyed seeing what Goofus and Gallant were up to.
I thought for a while that I was beginning to understand the strange logic of the stats. Having been through a period of record-breaking numbers, I narrowed the cause down to a poem I had written entitled Jordan Peterson. It must be the use of a currently important name, I thought. All the bots see it and bring in the searches on the name. Which seemed a reasonable explanation for a while.
Then the stats began to wither away and I figured that the unintended trick had played itself out. So I tried an experiment to test the theory. I wrote something including the word “trump” as a verb.
Nothing happened.
So, either I should have capitalised the word to mislead, or it’s not the cause of the wild fluctuations of the stats at all. And, of the two possibilities, I’m inclined to believe the second. It just seems to me to be more natural that stats should be inexplicable and disobedient to all logic.
Which is not to say that I will give up trying to understand them.
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