I thank President Id as we Freudians might call him, for spilling the beans regarding what the numbskulls all around him are thinking, in terms of further decapitation exercises. Their rhetoric sounds kinda head choppy, not unlike Al Qaeda’s.
Sometimes the best a president can do is spill beans, as an insider, to where they don’t want you in meetings, at which point those meetings are delegitimized, so Catch 22.
My faculty visitors popped by for another photo shoot this morning. Toronto has been to Germany (back to that shorthand I was talking about). He showed us his skills as a foot bagger. Dante doesn’t tend to say Hacky Sacker out of respect for the copyright holder of that term, the giant Wham-O. He lives proximally to Toronto, not in Toronto.
Yes, our network is obviously global, always has been, given how much RBF got around, never traveling as a tourist.
The tournament was in Willamette Park, West Linn. By “tournament” I mean a whole set of events, some competitive, some less so. Dante is more a freestyle artist, and he treated Casey and I to a display of his skills at the food court last night, the new one on Hawthorne.
